Eventual Serenity

SomeWhatofaPrologue?

Yeahp, it happened again. It's 4am and that damned red corolla across the road is making a riot again.

I can't even believe a vehicle can make those crazy sounds! Where to begin? The creaking noises of the doors, the bloody explosions from the muffler, the loudest possible engine to roam this earth... I can't seem to catch a break. I sure do have a vendetta against that car!

It's been waking me up every morning for the passed 3 months, all because the mentally challenged owner won't get the damn thing fixed! I swear, one of these days I'm going to complain, I'll walk right up to that house and give whoever answers that door a piece of my mind! I'll go knocking on their door at 6am, see how they adore sleeping with interruptions.

You would think a 17 year old girl would need her beauty sleep, especially when going to the most judgemental school in all of Australia. I would love to hear the line "oh hey look, Rose has gone shopping again! Look at all the bags under her eyes! HAHAHHHAHUAUEHUA" just one more time before I graduate! Yeahp, that's my life so far, just wonderful.

Before I end up psychotic and in a mental hospital, I better introduce myself, I'm Violeta Tomić. I don't know how it happened but my nickname has dramatically changed all through high school because even I hate my first name, it's too long and irritates me when people can't say it right. It, of course, went from Violet to eventually Rose because flowers. I have to admit, my most hated names were my year 9 nicknames when people started naming me after musical instruments such as violin, cello, drummy, flutey etc. This all started because of a rumour spreading through the school that Charlie Bing, the schools most mentally challenged, gym junkie, swag king to ever be seen had over heard my dad apparently calling me 'Violin-ta'. God bless my dad and his heavy Serbian accent for ruining my life. After a few verbal outbursts, a couple forced therapy sessions and handful of vicious attacks later, they stopped calling me by those names and realised I should be left along with my anger management to slowly kill me on the inside.

I'm that one girl everyone knows for my anger management problems but doesn't really pay attention to... I'm that girl everyone knows as Rose because that's the only one that didn't make me want to neck myself during class.

Yes, I may have anger issues, yes, everyone at school may hate me and give me crap for anything I do but I still seem to have three best friends! Surprising, I know. Their names are Aleksandra, Courteney and Renee and they are my everything but uh, no homo of course. They sleepover every now and again and have also endured the sounds of the red corolla at 4am, as scheduled. It's like my own personal insanity alarm. My family on the other hand don't seem to hear it, they just sleep through it like its a lullaby to their ears. Me on the other hand, I just want to punch myself in the ears until I make myself deaf from how irritating I find the car sounds. This is a clear sign I need to go back to my 'special' courses with the school therapist...

For the meantime, I'll just pop some of the pills I was assigned, cover my ears as hard as I possibly can with my imaginative hulk like arms and try to have a good night sleep until the sun comes up for another dreadful day of school.