Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 8: You Get Tortured By The Delinquent

I can't sleep.

Hell, I can't even close my eyes.

All I can do is think, think and think.

I tried to picture it in my head again. Me living with five delinquents for a whole freaking year. Me sitting with them in the dining table and having breakfast. Me going to school with them. Me studying in the same class as them.

This would be impossible.

And the worst thing is that I won't be able to freaking avoid them. Mom is definetely going to make me introduce them to my friends. Well, that would be too bad because I don't have any.

Freaking hell.

How did this even happen?

Last time I checked, my biggest worry was if Kate would be using her 'class president' position against me and now I'm sleeping with a delinquent--sorry,delinquents-- who are almost fifteen feet away from me. This is so so fucking stupid.

Ugh.

I turned around on my bed. And suddenly, I needed to pee.

Double ugh.

I quickly got up from bed and walked towards the door. Making sure, I wasn't making too much noise, I tiptoed towards the bathroom door. I didn't want to make any stupid noise or wake someone up. God knows what they could be doing in the midnight.

Stop being paranoid, I scolded myself.
So what if they wake up? They might be international underage criminals but I am a judo master and a kung-fu queen. I can probably kick their asses if they try something with me. Yeah, there's no reason to be scared.

Then why are you shaking? My self-conciousness asked.

I'm not shaking, I argued.

Yeah, keep fooling yourself.

Go away.

And leave you alone in your last few minutes? Don't you want someone to share your last words with?

I'm not gonna die.

Sure.

I gritted my teeth. Bitch.

Yeah, I'm just your other half. Who do you expect me to be like? Mother Teresa? I'm a bitch cuz' you're a bitch.

"Shut up!" I shouted shaking my head hardly. I threw my hands up in frustration. "Shut the fuck up, both of you!"

To my relief, the voices went away.

My sub-consciousness always managed to start speaking when I need her the least. Could this day get any worse? Freaking karma mangaed to bite my ass every fucking time..I kept muttering curses to myself as I stomped towards the end of the hallway.

Suddenly, I heard a ghostly chuckle behind me. I froze in shock.

Crap!

I knew this house was haunted.

No wonder all of my brothers were fucking crazy. No human would put an pea seed inside his sister's ears while she was sleeping. Yeah, Luke did that to me when I was thirteen as a payback for breaking his CDs. I swear it was an absolute accident that I threw away his thin disks out of the window thinking it was a boomerank. Yeah, everyone in this house must have been possessed.

"I knew that you were mentally sick but I didn't know that you hallucinated too."

I stopped thinking.