To Catch A Dream

Jonah Pt 37

      Class drones by, and I struggle to focus on whatever my history teacher is babbling on about. I was never a dedicated student, and most of my grades were earned due to late-night cramming. Yes, I learned all the material right before the test. Wonderful, I know. Everyone should come to me for their academic-related struggles because I am just the king at that. As I am at everything. Including sarcasm. Ha.

" Sir, Mr.McAdams, care to explain what we're discussing? ", asks Mr. Adderely.

I jolt back into reality.

" W-well," I hesitated. If I didn't know what we were discussing I might as well say so. "No, not really," I replied.

"Oh. And why is that? , he asked inquisitively. Might this have been due to you not paying attention, maybe daydreaming? Of course, we'd love to hear what these daydreams are, really, this is a safe environment you can trust us."

I rolled my eyes at that. If this was a "safe" environment then why was there so much bullying going around the school without the teachers' knowledge?

I stay quiet.

"Well then. I rest assured that you will be paying attention to the rest of the class, and I hope you will." Mr. Adderely sighed. He continued his lecture on Lincoln-Douglas debates and their origin, as I now figured out. Great timing.

...

I stir in my sleep. Usually, my sleep is pretty consistent but for the last few nights, it seemed... off. I'm not completely sure what it is but I have a theory that its something to do with a thought I've been avoiding. Don't mistake for some kind of health guru or anything, its just that Faith educated me on the importance of sleep and the causes of a lack of it a while before, and it's still stuck in my brain. Great thoughts, Jonah. Ever since Rose died, and Bailey told me about her Dad, I started to suspect a connection. Since our town is insanely small, and there are literally no murders or suicides EVER, I had an egging thought. Hm. MAYBE, just MAYBE, your girlfriend's psychopathic Dad went off in a rage and murdered your ex's parents. But of course, this is just a mere theory as I have repeated a billion times within the last few minutes. The thing is, I may say that, but its been keeping me up at night. Plural. And it's not like I can go ask Bailey,

"Hey has your Dad been up to any murders lately? Possibly my ex-girlfriend's parents? Anyways, want to go out for dinner?".

Not the best conversation starter.

While I dwell in my deep thoughts about murder and psychopathic parents, I decide to get a snack. Snacks were always my thing. Well all food in general, that is. It's not that I dedicate my entire life to it or anything but I habitually stress eat. Like last year when we took our PSAT and I was studying like crazy, I straight up ate my entire fridge. No joke. There was not a SINGLE crumb left in there. Those were the days.