Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

18

The Evaluation was a complete bore. All these silly little questions, and none of them even meant anything.

Actually it was nerve wracking to be honest. I didn't understand what they wanted from me. They asked me things like -

'Do you agree that success is based on survival of the fittest?'

Or

'Are you often bored?'

Or even

'Do you think love is overrated?'

I mean, the answer is yes. Yes to all of them. But the woman giving me the test only looked more and more worried with each response I gave. By the time it was over I felt as twitchy as the freaks outside and I just wanted to get out of there.

I went home and some expert or something came over. He talked to my parents in the living room, but I kind of just felt done.

I left the house and went for a walk. The stupid neighborhood black cat was walking around again. I reached into my coat and took out my peppermint candy I got from the doc office. I'm still not sure if cats go for that kind of thing, but it came close enough for me to pick it up.

I feel so much better now. Mrs. Grerand is screaming at the top of her lungs. I think the cops are coming soon. That old bat is senile. Everyone knows she's witchy superstition.

I'm a little concerned she'll hurt the cat with the bat, but at this point she's already given herself enough bruises with her terrible aim it's just too funny to care.

Now all I've gotta do is figure out what's with that weird van that keeps roaming the neighborhood.