How I became part of the coo coo clock

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I wish waking up would be easy, but it's not as easy as it looks. Waking up in the morning to find that annoying beeping sound that NEVER seems to end. Welcome princess to the life and day in Isabella's world. Yes, I spoke in third person. Get over yourself. I'm writing this for each day in my ugly beautiful life. I don't have many morals just eat, sleep, urinate. My messy brown hair decided to shield me from my annoying sister the only ray of undamped innocence my life has left.

"Wake up," she sang.

"Mrfh," I mumbled. I had no choice it was either get up or get jumped on I chose the latter. After showering and singing to myself. I dressed in normal converse, a light jacket over my gray tee shirt and light blue pants. It was an everyday sort of thing so normal its scary to think about. But I quickly brushed it off and went on my way to the bus stop.

At school I was typically a loner. I really didn't stand out. I was part of this clock that never stopped ticking. School is a clock not any ordinary clock it's a Coo Coo Clock. You know the fancy types with the characters that move every hour. Really, stop and think about it sometime. Every hour we get out of class and we move in clockwork to our next class. Then after the hour is over, we do it again. It's not really something we can relate to, but I wasn't your average kid.

I thought outside that dull box most people thought they thought out of. The last three years of my high school life I was always analyzing. It's not something I talk about openly to people about but for you only princess. I've been to multiple doctors about my condition they all just say I have disorder after disorder. I just say I think differently from your average teenage girl. I'm determined to not let that stop me from winning this chess game I'm playing with Life. I may not be the smartest or prettiest but reflecting back... I never cared for it.

Emerging back into reality I realized everyone was staring at me. Then there was a tap at my desk.

"Spacing again Isabella?" Mrs. Omit screeched. Mrs. Omit's voice was like screeching raptors. It was a wonder she had a husband. Poor guy.

"N-n-no," I stuttered which in reality you couldn't because her voice wasn't very pretty. Then she just turned around and walked away I was wondering why she wasn't asking me a random history question. But turns out I was at the top at her class and spacing wasn't going to hurt my grade. My parents where hardly around but they did have a thing about good grades. I proceeded to the door and precede a guy in front of me. He gave me the finger and I just silently continued to the door.

My after-school activities weren't fun really. I went to OPT or Out Patient Therapy. The doctor suggested it when I said, "are we in Purgatory but just don't realize it?". Then he gave me a funny look and BAM here I am.