sAnity

Chapter 2

(Author's note: Realized I hadn't finished typing out chapter 2 yet... This is lengthened if you hadn't noticed. Thank you for taking the) time to read this.

I sit down in a desk toward the front of the classroom. On the smart board screen at the head of the class it reads "Clinical Insanity." The learning target for today is "I will know the meaning of insanity and know how sane, or insane, I really am." I think it is safe to assume we will be taking a sanity test.

"Alright class. If you have been paying any attention you should know that we will be learning about insanity today."

The class starts to whisper amongst each other. I, however, just sit and think as the tall man grabs the papers containing questions about who knows what.

"Mister Leigh, Do you have a question?"

"Yeah, will we be telling you our score or something?"

"Not unless you want to tell me."

I bet Kenneth just wants to prove to me that I am, in fact, crazy. Leigh is his last name, in case you were confused.

Mr. Rosinger hands out the test. I take it seriously, and answer truthfully. The test is 176 questions long. Several questions have spelling errors, "If so, was this within the peiod of one day?" Seriously?! "Peiod?!" I mentally fix the mistakes.

One of the questions says, "Have you so far outlined all the spelling mistakes in the test?" I check the "Yes" box quickly. It honestly irritates me to know that they did that on purpose.

"Do you find that some of your friends appear to be invisible to everyone else?" I cover my paper after seeing this question and check "yes." Well, who else can I talk to? I rarely tell Aria when I am actually upset, I hate letting her see that side of me.

"Do you consider yourself sane?" I look at the question confused. I then shrug my shoulders and check "yes."

After I finished answering the questions, I read the final instruction. "Count how many you said 'yes' to." I do just that and get 87. I raise my hand and ask the teacher what I am supposed to do now. He says that I will find out after everyone else finishes. I wait for approximately 10 more minutes.

"Is everyone finished?"

A collective "yes" resounds from the class.

"Does everyone have a number?"

A few people say that they do, others confirm by nodding or stay silent.

"Who feels comfortable with sharing their score?"

A few random children raise their hands. I am not one of them.

"Miss Chamberlin, what did you get?"

"I got 51."

"So you're 51% insane. Mister Forice, how about you?"

"29%."

"Good, Mister Leigh?"

"I got 43%."

"Okay, Miss Floresse?"

I look at Mr. Rosinger with my eyes wide.

"I'm not even sure if I did it right."

"Do you want to recount it?"