Journal Entry
December 22nd, 10:51 AM
Wow. And here I was ready to apologize to Alex.
Honestly! He's such a baby! He's not expelled. I know. I asked. He probably just skipped so he wouldn't have to talk to me.
Not that I care. I mean, I have a ton of new friends. I don't need Alex.
Okay... maybe having a ton of new friends isn't really my thing.
I'm kind of hiding in the bathroom right now...
I've gotten sick of having people follow me wherever I go. I haven't had a meaningful conversation in weeks. People don't understand the jokes I make, yet they laugh anyway.
I can't even pretend that they're real friends who understand me because I know exactly what they think. Even that's starting to get annoying. I know the punch line to jokes before it's said, I can tell when people are lying, I know every dirty thought that enters these teenagers' heads.
I miss being Travis Bailiff. The real Travis Bailiff. I miss being the old me.
Well, the world is back to normal. I hate school again.
Yeah, yeah. Travis, there are kids all over the world who would love to go to school but can't, and you hate it?
I don't hate the education, I hate the school. I mean, if I could be homeschooled I'd kill for that. But Mom's too busy with work.
But I mean, if any kids in, like, Pakistan wanna trade, I'm down with that. I've always dreamed of living abroad.
Mr. Carr hasn't glanced in my direction since Friday. Mrs. Anderson thinks I'm a math prodigy. Mrs. Dupont seemed concerned about my injuries from Friday but then seemed to forget I existed entirely.
I hid in the bathroom as often as I could. I was sick of the crowds following me. At lunch, I couldn't avoid them though.
Everyone was bombarding me with questions. Most revolved around Alex and our fight and some people were asking if I planned to harass any other teachers today.
Suddenly, I was having trouble focussing. I couldn't keep the voices in check. The thoughts of the people around me all came flying in, hitting me like whips.
Alex punched- Travis is so... Wonder when... How does he-
"Shut up!" I screamed, whirling on everyone. "Could you all just shut the fuck up?!"
What? Travis... Why? What's wrong with- Are you kidding...
"SHUT UP!" I took a couple steps back.
Huh? Crazy... No one was- Who was-
"Stay away from me!" I screamed. "You assholes!" I wasn't fifteen yards away before I turned back. "And quit hating on Alex! It's not like any of you are rich anyway! You're no better than he is!" With that, I stormed off to my place of refuge. The fourth stall on the left.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Actually, I think the problem is that I wasn't thinking.
Oh well, at least I defended Alex's honor or whatever. Maybe he'll be more inclined to forgive me when he comes back tomorrow if I have no friends.
Yeah. That's it. I'll play the pity card.
One day without Alex and I have no friends, I'm sitting alone in the bathroom stall, and my Thing went out of control.
Stupid me and my dependence on friendship. Why do I have to be so caring? It's sickening.
But I do miss Alex.
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