Satan School of Sophomores

A Nightmare: 10/21/14

2:54pm Tuesday, October 21

I'm just really damn angry. What do I do? I want to scream. I don't know what to do. I'm on the bus. I can't yell, and there's no one to talk to. I'm clenching my teeth. I'm freaking out. A fire burns inside me, and I am about to explode. Life was so good fifteen minutes ago, then in five seconds, that's all it takes to blister my internal organs with infuriating lava.

3:45pm

Okay, okay. It was Kota. I saw him hanging out with this freshman girl Lily at the end of the school day, and I just flipped (internally). On the outside, I told no one. But really, I want him. I said it before, I'll say it again. I would fuck him. That's how I feel. Today.

I'm a virgin. Peace out.

But, Jake and I watched funny videos and music videos to cure my aches. He really helped. Just being there. Dealing with me. I'm glad to have a guy friend like him.

10:27pm

Kota and I are all better. He says Lily likes him, but he only has eyes for me. I almost died of happiness. All is not lost, he actually has an interest in me!!! Is this even the real world?! We have been snap chatting, a little dirty (a lot dirty) and I just love talking to him! My evening was magic, eating enchiladas and snapping Kota.

I'm on a weird roller coaster of emotions lately.

Kasen in history class said he wanted to see me naked. I was blushing like crazy, and he was all spaz. He's cute, but definitely not my type whatsoever.

I got a lot of compliments on my outfit today! High waisted, black skirt and floral, long sleeve crop top. A TON of compliments from boys and girls ha. I felt so pretty + I braided my hair last night and woke up with perfect wavy-crimp style. My outfit was on point like crazy today!

I had a terrifying nightmare last night. Just thinking about it almost brings me to tears.

I was working for a manager janitor. He was a mean, Latino man, and I disliked his aloofness.I was the new maid, and we worked in this big kind of inn/motel. Very seventies style on the bottom main floor but an old-fashioned attic. The janitor had divided up his own apartment in this spacious attic, and I lived on the other end of the attic in a small room.

A few weeks after starting, my brother and mother were mysteriously killed then my dad. Bodies not recovered, but I knew they were all dead. This brought me into a state of depression. I stayed in my small room day in and day out.

One day, I got so bored of just sitting in my room crying, I decided to go into the janitor's room while he was working. I found a plastic black garbage bag of bloody remains, and I saw the color of my brother's hair. They were all murdered by the janitor. I stepped farther into his room only to find a black maid lying face down, dead in the corner. I screamed, turned around, and the dream ended with me staring into the soulless eyes of the janitor next door.