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"Mom, I can't go to school," I said.
"You're going to go, and you're going to love it," Mom responded. "You haven't even met anyone yet. You don't know if it's terrible!"
"I don't need to meet anyone to know that they'll make fun of me. For my illness."
"It is not an illness!" Mom shouted. "Your father had the exact same thing, and he was very popular."
"Dad's dead!" Mom fell silent.
"Take your lunch." She whispered and gestured toward the door.
"I'm sorry." I said, quickly leaving.
"I could hear you arguing all the way from my bedroom," My sister, Cecelia, said. "Something must have really been going on!"
"It was nothing." I groaned.
Great. First day of school, and I can't even stick with a positive attitude! I sighed, and brushed my hair behind my ear.
The school was horrible, even worse than my old one. I found every student extremely annoying, and the teachers were too dumb to help. In the middle of class, one boy was tapping on his desk with a pencil, and clicking his tongue. I couldn't concentrate at all.
I couldn't control myself.
I stood up, walked straight over to the student's desk, and slapped him across the face. I got sent home.
"Mom, I told you something would happen!" I yelled. "You wouldn't understand!"
"Listen, honey. It was your first day, you don't know anybody yet. Give them a chance!" Mom pressured.
"They won't give me a chance!" I shouted. Mom furrowed her brows.
"You're not talking about your classmates, are you?"
"No." I muttered. "Everybody."
"Mom, what's for dinner?" Cecelia barged in, her headphones halfway on. Sometimes I wish she would just let Mom and I chat, but today the conversation had gone awry.
"Spaghetti." Mom replied, not taking Her eyes off me. Cecelia nodded and ran upstairs to her bedroom.
"I've got piano practice." I said, and turned around.
"No you don't." Mom whispered. "You quit last week."
"Well, I just need to get out of here. To go to Mars or something." This time, Mom didn't stop me.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Randomness
FantasyOrange penguins. Purple taco. Peanut butter chimichangas. Shark unicorns. Rainbow television. Dovet Smith is what most people call weird, or random. He was born with a mental illness called Dissociative identity disorder, which means he has split...