Wild Hearts

Introduction

I tried to tune the thoughts out of head. For months now i've been trying to escape an unescapable truth that i've been covering up. Its a thought that i have wanted to let out into action so many times. But i cant. Its not worth it. It would destroy my reputation. My friends would find it stupid and pathetic.Desperate,even. They would say,"After all he's been through and knows,why would he be so naive?", Yet,i feel its absolutely necessary. Last night, the gears of this desire were put into action.

No. There are more pressing matters at hand.

As i sit in lively classroom, filled with happiness all round me, i sense that my problems are mounting.That, in the coming 24 months will reach a head. 

"Its gonna be a long few months", i think as my English teacher frantically tries to control a raging class of mad,crazy, testosterone and estrogen pumped teens.

As craziness rages around me, i can't help but feel at home. Amidst all this chaos and madness, i feel at home and at peace.

I, Avienash Vilet,16 of Class 4A of Sultan Ismail Ismail High School am pretty screwed up.

I cant believe the irony.We're supposed to be learning a classical drama today about Hamlet which was Shakespeare's most famoust piece of work. Shakespeare was truly one to use his own terms for his characters and what he observed in life. 

He's dead now, but i can't help but realise that if he ever had observed our class he would have called us wild hearts.