The Twin Project

Liz

I woke up this morning to my alarm clock rigging only I wasn't laying on my bed. I fell asleep on the desk next to my computer and man did I look rough. I rushed around trying to find something go wear, which honestly shouldn't be that difficult because my closet consists of one color: black. I grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans. I stuffed my not done homework into my bag, ran down stairs grabbed some toast, then ran out the door. I just made it in time for the bus to come. Thank god I didn't miss it. I'd have no way of getting there.

Other than almost missing the bus school wasn't that bad. Well except for lunch. Lunch was always a bad time for me. I sat alone in the back corner. Sometimes the occasional stoner sat with me but it's been the same thing for years. Alone. Honestly, it sucks major dick. My friends say it's just cuz of my bad image. I don't know what that means considering I don't do anything. I just spend all my time on my computer. Well I guess there was that one night at that party. But, I don't speak of that. Ever.

When I got home I went straight upstairs and right on to my computer. After sitting there and waiting for BIM for what seemed like hours she finally got online. We met on this website about our favorite author, Jack Johnson. He wrote the only book that I ever read for school, Believe In Metaphors. It just so happens that this book is the best book that I have ever read. It's great. Although, it has a very open end and people who have read it tend to argue about what happens after the book is over. That is how we met, arguing about what happens.

BelieveInMetaphors: Hey ;)

LizBeHonest: Hi

BelieveInMetaphors: What's up??

LizBeHonest: I have another doctors appointment today.

BelieveInMetaphors: Oh I'm sorry. What are they doing this time??

LizBeHonest: I'm not sure. Last time all they did was ask a few questions. Maybe it won't be that bad.

BelieveInMetaphors: Yeah. You'll have to tell me what happens. I want to make sure you're ok.

LizBeHonest: Yeah thanks. Hey I gtg my dads here to take me to my appointment. I'll message you later. Bye :*

BelieveInMetaphors: Bye. ;)

I climbed in my dad truck and he dropped me off at the doctors. That's probably the most I'll see him all week. I walked through the glass doors into the waiting room which I had memorized. I stopped to say hi to the receptionist who had memorized my name. I then sat down in a gray chair next to this tiny table. The table had toys on it but there were never any kids around, how ironic. The walls had zoo animals on them with a background color of yellow that looked like someone peed on them.

Dr. Spict opened a door that lead to another long hallway which I also had memorized. He told me to follow him to the same small room that we always go to. This time was simple. I had to answer a bunch on questions. That was it. The questions were stupid and seemly unrelated. Although it lasted 2 whole hours. 2 long unbearable hours. My dad got called back to work so I called Trevor and asked him to pick me up. I sat on the curb and waited. I guess it was nice to have someone willing to pick me up. I really think he only did it because he likes driving.

"Thanks Trevor." I said while getting into his front seat.

"Yeah no problem." He answered. His car was nice. And I was totally jealous of it. His family could afford to buy him his own but mine couldn't even afford to buy me well anything. He didn't know how lucky he was. Sometimes

I wish I had his parents. My dad and my step-mom were great but they were never home and they never really helped out much. Soon I would have to get a job to better myself. Do you know how hard it is to get to a job without a car? Well it's pretty hard.

Trevor dropped me off at home without even asking about the appointment. Thank god. I don't wanna have to explain something I don't know anything about to another person. I ran upstairs and decided, only because BIM wasn't online, to do my homework. I didn't feel like getting bitched at again for not doing it. At 11:00 I decided that she wasn't going to be on again tonight so I went to bed. I had the weirdest dream about time. I was in a white room with a giant clock. Every time the clock ticked I aged a year. When I woke up I was so old that I was almost dead. It's weird but true, time just f*cks everyone.