More Than Normal (DISCONTINUED)

Lasagna for Breakfast.

Staring at the ceiling. 

Yup, that's what I was doing, physically of course. 

Mentally? 

My mind screen could not shut up for five freakin' seconds. 

Voices from my mind screen argued of why I couldn't go to school. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm at war with my own mind. 

Programming, to be more in detail. 

You see, I'm just lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling yet, I feel I worked on the most hardest problem in the universe. One part of my brain is wanting me to go to school. The other part of my brain doesn't want to. So, now they are currently at each other's throats while I'm waiting for them to die down and let me talk. 

But it doesn't look like that's happening anytime soon. Like I said, it's got it's perks and cons. 

And this is one of the really bad cons. 

My brain is throbbing also at the moment, which again, sucks. I have a bottle of liquior in my left hand that isn't calming down my brain like it usually does. 

This has been going on for seven hours. 

Seven hours of hell. 

Literally. 

I'm thinking, I have to end this right now. 

"Fine, I'll go to school dipshits!" I yell out loud by accident. They finally go to a agreement that I should go to school. If only I did this five hours ago, I've could've go some beauty rest! I finish the bottle of liquor and then shove it someplace  in my closet, in a box.

I walk downstairs to see Toby, sitting at his desk with a crap ton of papers everywhere while Sky's desk was neat and tidy, everything in it's own place. 

"What the hell happened to you?" Toby questioned. 

"You did, that's what." I walk around the place to see I could Walter. 

"If your wondering where Walter is, he went out." Toby resumed to doing whatever the hell he was doing. "Also, Paige made pancakes. They should be in the counter". 

I took the plate of pancakes, which were still warm by my surprise. I never really liked pancakes but I still ate them. I washed them down with a glass of milk and washed my plate and cup. The garage door swings open with Walter hold a bunch of plastic bags and Happy right behind them, both arguing about something. 

"Yo losers!" I walked over to Walter and Happy. I took a deep breath and sighed. "I will go to school, only because I couldn't hand any more voices in the head causing me hell." 

"Great! I'll call up Paige to let her know." Walter dashed over to this computer and started to type, dropping the bags by his desk. 

"Wow, he really wants to get rid of me." I mumbled. "But under one circumstance."

Walter's head whip in my direction. "Yeah?" 

"If a mission comes up and it's before starts school starts, I have to go to the mission. Deal?" I walk over, sticking my hand out. 

"Deal." Walter shook my hand with a firm grip. 

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"Good news, Paige has registered your name into the school and on Monday, you'll be going to school." Walter tried to say an exciting voice but failed. 

"Yippee." I say with loads of scrasasm as I roll my eyes. I turned myself over to face Walter, Happy, Sly and Toby. "You know, I though you guys will be on my side and all for not going to school, since most of you guys got beaten by jocks and rejected by cheerleaders."