The bell rings, warning me that I have to get to class. I head toward my locker to grab the only thing close to a friend I have. My journal. I hate being this alone, but what else is there for a girl who just got out of an asylum. Yeah I've been in an asylum all meet life because of my 'unhealthy' love of that that dwells under the earth's crust. They say that there is nothing, but there is. I have seen things simply materialize from the ground, and nod their heads to me. I have always seen these strange creatures, they are normal for me. I have played with them all my life. When I was young we played dress up, when I was older we would do each other's make up, and now we just hang out. I can feel and see them, while no one else can do either. Maybe I am crazy, but I feel perfectly normal, except for the fact that I can see Deronothins. I would still be in that asylum if I hadn't lied about seeing them. Truthfully I would rather still be there. Being snubbed on the daily is about as fun as being hit by a semi-truck. Actually I think that I would rather that to this. Today I wright in my journal how awesome school is, and not because school is awesome, mind you, but because my mother and father read it. I walk into the class room, only to be refused a seat by everything every one. A boy about my age offers me a seat, and I sit down, happy not to have to have the teacher use force to get me a seat. I see all the class staring at me oddly. Probably because I actually got a seat by a hot guy. Wait! I look over to the boy who offered me a seat. He is beautiful. The girls across from me begin to snicker. The boy leans over to me until I can feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. He whispers to me. "The time has come." He says. I look over to him and scream. His face seems to be melting into floating powder. Wisps of the powder float above him while the rest joins. "See you there." He says, and disappears into thin air. In his place is a person I well know. Some may call him the 'school nerd'. I call him Erving. He isn't my friend, but he hasn't stuck his nose into the clouds when he was around me, yet. This episode might change that. I look at him. He looks just as shocked as I do. I try to brush it off by smiling and pulling a fake laugh like I was a joke, but no one falls for it. I know what happened just as much as they do. I acted like I felt. They saw, not the hot guy, but Erving sitting in the seat. He didn't invite me to sit by him, I simply plopped beside him. I reacted as though the hot guy, whoever he was, was whispering in my ear although Erving hadn't even come close to me. Now I know only one thing. I'm screwed.
