The Conscience

Chapter 2

                       Ugh, its only been a week since Bridget and Madison stopped talking, and everyone is in a state of panic. Bridget has already gotten calls from friends, family, and the guidance counselor. I mean, of course Bridget appreciates that they care, but she really hates the attention. I should know, after all I am her conscience.

                       Wow! I just overheard Bridget's mom talking about moving. I don't mean moving from one part of town to the next, I mean jumping on a plane to another state. I totally respect Bridget's parents, but are they seriously about to make the poor girl move to another state just because she stopped being friends with some girl? This is absurd! I wish I could do more than tell Bridget right from wrong. If I could jump out of her brain, and talk to her parents this would be a totally different story. 

                        I had no choice what soever. They made us! They dragged her on the plane, and of course I had to follow. I know I said it once, but I feel like being dramatic, so i'm gonna say it again. This...Is...Absurd! We were flying on a Jet Blue plane so that make it a little better. I like TV and snacks OK, don't judge me.

                        Orlando, they dragged us to Orlando. This just gets better an better...not. OK, i'm sorry i'm being so negative but, come on! This low key sucks but, Bridget and I are gonna try to make the most of it. Bridget is attending a new school and, that is excitingly terrifying.

                         OK people, its the first day of school so we have to look amazing. Not just OK, I said "Amazing". Um, did I stutter? I clearly said "We have to look amazing," and Bridget just decided to put on baggy jeans and sweat pants. I'm not accepting this! Bridget's mom got her a new set of skinny jeans, and a velvet red top. She has to wear this! Its my job to tell her write from wrong and i'm pretty sure wearing baggy jeans and graphic T's are super wrong! 

                        Bridget had just gotten to school, and its pretty crowded. All kinds of kids go to this school. All kinds of teachers too. I'm looking at this lady who just walked past, apparently she is the science teacher. She is rowing two kids for erupting their paper mache volcano all over her. She looks like the kind of teacher to row for everything. I'm not interested in having to sit in her class. 

                       I know what your thinking. Its so funny how i'm complaining about going to school when I don't actually have to do any work, but I actually do. Who do you think tells you not to fall asleep in class because the kids will write on your face? Your conscience. Who do you think tells you not to talk back to your teacher when she runs you hot? your conscience. Who do you think tells you to do your home work even though you have way better things to do? Your conscience. A conscience's work is never done.