The face of a monster

Principal's office

You read the title, you know where I am and what's happening. Holy crap I'm angry. And I know what you're thinking now, but you're wrong! I'm not gonna turn! Ha! It's just because it's not close to the full moon.
I look up and face Jones' stone face. Why does it have to be him? Why do I have to face him today? I really don't feel like it.

"Why on earth are you here?" Jones scoffs oddly. "Aren't you supposed to be one of the smart kids?"

"I don't know about that sir" weird answer, I know but I freaked out. And yes, in case you were wondering, I'm staring at Mr Jones' shoes.

"Give me that note" he points at the almost squashed piece of paper in my hand. Crap. He reads it out loud. "Dear Mr Jones, please give this incredible disturbed kid at least a month of detention for trying to steal my job." Mr Jones looks at the scribbled letters with as big as confusion as I feel. Who writes a note like that? Mr Gomez is the obvious answer to that extremely stupid question but I can't help but wonder what bizarre spirit took control of Mr Gomez' hand when he wrote that.

"This is the most amusing note I've ever received" Mr Jones says without even moving a muscle in his face, well except for his lips of course. "Don't you think its writer should receive some kind of price or award?"

"What kind of price or award?" I asked terrified.

"Oh I was thinking of something as simple as granting Mr Gomez wish." His voice is barely a whisper but very threatening.

"A month of detention?" My voice breaks at the end.

"I knew you were a smart kid" Mr Jones pets my shoulder, he freaking touches me!! What is happening to the world?! Disgusted by the sudden contact with another person I stare at Mr Jones in disbelief. How could he do this to me? What is wrong? *starts crying hysterically*. No I'm just kidding I'm not disgusted. Maybe just a little but that's mostly because Mr Jones looks like death itself. But, something that's actually totally and completely true is that I'm staring at him in disbelief. Like what the actual fuck happened? Then I realise that me looking so intensely at my principal is probably regarded as strange so I leave. Yup, I just walk out of the office. Right or wrong? I don't know. No. Who am I kidding? Of course it's wrong. I don't really care though because I've already received a month of detention. Congrats to me! Ugh I really don't want to. Can you feel my unexcitment (if there's such a thing) like seriously you should be able to recognise that feeling. That torture of having to do something you don't want to and the only word to describe it with is ugh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. SIGH. BIG SIGH. BIG FFKKNN SIGH!! Can you tell I'm pissed? It doesn't matter, I am pissed. So fucking pissed! God I gotta stop! Like really! Or I'll run around tearing people apart with my fangs and claws, not a good idea. Or maybe it is I mean I could just accidentally kill Mr Jones or even better, Me Gomez. No I'm just kidding. Again haha. Fun? I don't care, okay? O-fucking-kay? OKAY?!?! Now I really gotta stop. It's not like you're gonna answer me anyway. No, we won't have one of those the fault in our stars moments with okay. Nope, not happening. Anyway, I'm already a half mile from school now. I'm running and I'm not planning on stopping until I calm down. But there's a small problem, I don't know when I will calm down. It could be in ten seconds, it could be in a minute or two but it could also be in three weeks. Okay, maybe three weeks is a little exaggerated but it doesn't feel that way. I feel so good being angry and I feel powerful, a feeling that is relatively new. You might imagine me as some handsome blood no guy who's tanned and has muscles and you know, pretty much your average good looking actor but trust me when I say I'm not. Sure I'm blonde and got muscles but it's not much. I think I told you I've got more muscles now than before but that's only because I started out as a skeleton with skin. If something is average on me it's probably the size of my muscles, I no longer look scrawny but I don't really look like a body builder if you get what I mean. So if you really want to picture me, picture me as the average guy, okay? Okay I really have to stop with the okays.