..... well fuck,
I thought: why is this lizard looking at me ?
I thought: *music* never gonna get you up
I thought: this is why i avoid society
I thought: *music* never gonna let you down
I saw her coming to me with her friend and as much i wanted to imagine it in slow motion i couldn't, but i could imagine her as a lizard however it wasn't so appealing to my eyes.
"Why were you texting my boyfriend" she paused and i kept waiting for the legendary "bitch" and there she said it,it is a typical white girl movie so i am not surprised, " i have no idea who you talking about, *pause* BITCH" I always wanted to do this, with the hand and all, it felt good,
"It's Carl, i saw your texts with him yesterday."
"Ohh so you are a psycho and you went into his phone and chucked his messages? I don't know about him but i guess he would be mad when he finds out, and now go fuck yourself i have class." And again i did that dramatic movie scene where i pushed everyone and did that thing with my head so my hear would look good, spoiler alarte: it fucking hurt like a bitch, its like i broke a little of my neck but worth it. As i was walking in the hall i saw myself.
" please stop hitting on boys with girlfriends" i said quit angrily
" what the hell are you talking about?"
"Well that Carl's girlfriend came to me and started telling me how i was texting her boyfriend, and by the way the girl's toilet is so much better i enjoyed it. By"
And i took off.
I hate drama but i am trapped in a girls body so why not be so dramatic.
I had math class, i don't know how to explain my feelings to math but i could say fuck you Archimedes or newton or whoever invented this fuckery. And as u can see math was boring, like really boring. So i kept drawing for a moment which is not my best thing ever to do, i suck at it too.
going home used to be my best time ever, where i could be just my ugly self but this pink bedroom isn't so great as my dark one, it's so bright that the pink feel asa light at night. but maybe i'll go sleep over at my place, i don't think my biological mom would mind a girl in my bed room, she probably will happy that a girl talked to me anyways so i texted myself
- i'm coming to sleep at my bed tonight if u don't mind?
- i do, i mind.
- that was sarcasm, and i am coming to my bed.
- whatever but you gotta call my mm and tell her i am sleeping at emma's.
- whatever.
i called her mom and tried to sound as a her but i knew it was diffrent, anyways
"hello mom, how are you doing?"
"i'm doing just fine, where are you? i will pick you up in 10mins"
"no mom,i called to tell you that my friend emma isn't feeling so good and i have to go sleep over and try to make her feel better"
"why what is wrong with her?"
"i don't know yet, i'll call you later mom, bye" and i hang up as soon as possible, i didn't want no more problems, so i figured out i'll have to go home with her so i can explain it to my actual mom,
- hey, i'll meet you at the entry of the university in 10mins, have to get home togather.
-i still have one last class, so you gotta wait till 5pm
-whatever.
i'm glad i brought a book, so i opened looking for alska and read it for the hundred times, that book is just great, and the hour passed pretty quickly till i felt someone touching my shoulder and it was her,
"hey, let's go home" she smiled at me
and we headed home,
" so what did that jamaican dude said? how can i be in my actual body again?" i asked
"well he said we will have to smoke that again, however i do not think we can go back to jamaica, so he will send us a bunch of cigarets again, until further notice i have no idea"
"this shit isn't so great you know, so try and work it out"
"whatever"
my real mom seemed really wierd about her son bringing a girl, so we went to my room and did each others homework, until mom called us for dinner, which i begged this stupid girl to ask my own mom if we can eat in bed, which mom finally agreed.
" okay i'll take the bed tonight and u can sleep on the floor" i said
" are you serious?" she seemed really bumbed out about it
"are you sexist?, i am the girl so like in every drama movie i'll sleep on the bed,
"whatever"
"don't whatever me"
i tried to sleep but i really couldn't, and i needed a cigarette.
"hey girl, you up?" i whispered,
and she turned to me so i continued, "okay great can i have a cigarette? and by a cigarette i mean the not take me to someones body cigarette"
"sure you can find some in the backbag" i searched for a bit and found them.
"okay so i'm going to my terrace to smoke, see you later" and i headed out through the window of my room, and i laid down.
i really enjoy this place because i can think straight and be with myself and enjoy myself, and i love to think with a cigarette but moments after i could hear a scream coming from my window so i rushed to find her trying to come up through my little wooden staires.
i couldn't stop laughing but i had to help her so i gave her my hand, but.........
