Deeper Than The Eye

It Is For Me

        And another year of school is coming. Except this year will be worse than last year because of high school. Also because of the thing and the dude and the girl. Which I don't want to think about unless I have to. But, let's try to keep that to a minimum. I just want to stay home and avoid school for the rest of my life. Like it's not even there. Life would be a lot easier that way.
       My mom confuses me when it comes to school. I don't know if she wants me to be social, or have good grades. I wish I had both but less of the social ability. I am not a people person. As long as they do what they have to and I do what I have to, there will be no problem. But that is the problem. Nobody ever really does what they are supposed to. They want to be rebellious like every teenager. Well, almost every.
          My mom packed my lunch this morning to make me feel better about today, I act happy but down inside I'm alone. At least I have Hannah. She was my friend even after IT happened. She always has my back. Especially when I am about to punch someone in the face. And that happens with some teachers too. So what? I don't have the best control over my anger. Everyone has something wrong with them. And I'm not hurting them..... a lot. I am just simply observing their stupidity with my fist.
         I see Hannah when I walk in the door. She looks so weird. Pretty, but weird. She looks grown up. Mascara, dress, heels, long pretty nails, lipstick, and boys surrounding her. I walk up to her and they all walk away. I have to look up like a foot to see her eyes because of her heels. "Pink? Dress? Heels? MAKEUP? What happened to you Hannah? Did a glitter truck run you over, or a zombie unicorn eat your brain?" Hannah responded with a stupid answer of," Nope. It's called responsibility and maturity."
Since when did she even learn what those words meant. The last I knew she was listening to Christmas music (ALL THE TIME!) and wearing pink striped stockings and no deodorant. Then I didn't have to worry about the popular girls and guys taking her away from me and putting her under their popular jerk-face spell.
         We are fifteen minutes into geology class and that dude and that girl walk in late with no slip. They both roll their eyes at the teacher and sit down when he asks for an explanation. That dude looks over at me and I gag at him and move by Hannah more. She giggles and does her work. "That's not even close to funny Hannah." This next sentence aggravates me. "It is for me."