Violet S. Green and the Olympians

What the heck is going on here?

"Uhhhhhhh, why are you here?" I said to Ms. Maria. "Why, I've been here the whole trip. I had my baby a week before we got here. My husband is taking care of her." "But...but... What about Ms. Nicky?" I stuttered. She sighed loudly. "Violet, I think you're hallucinating. I don't know a Ms. Nicky." Well, that's odd. I mean, small little tricks of the light are one thing. But making up memories? That's a whole new thing. I vividly remember the last few events of the day. I stabbed a teacher. Oh no, I killed a teacher. I looked out the window, expecting to see police cars, or at least hear the sirens. "Violet? Are you alright? You look sick," Ms. Maria asked. "N-n-noo, I'm just fine. Nothing is wrong. I didn't do anything," I stammered. "Okay Violet, just remember, you can talk to me. You are my favorite student after all."

Well then, I guess I'm a teacher's pet. Ms. Maria is so gosh darn nice though, I could never be rude to her. Especially since band and chorus are the only class I have an A in except for biology because my dad is a cardiologist and he helps me. It also doesn't hurt that I kinda want to be a doctor when I grow up. I can't decide between doctor and singer though. Definitely not a musician though. I have a good voice, as well as a ginormous range, so I'd be pretty good. I love band, but I don't think I could do it as a career. I realized that I smelled some old lady perfume. I sniffed around and then realized, oh crap, that's me. I looked down at my favorite shoes and saw the rainbow all covered with dust. Gosh darn it, thank goodness they're boots though. The laces need to be washed though. Ughhhhh, could this day get any worse.
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AN: Well, that's it folks, sorry it's so short. I'm writing this after taking my test and my classmates don't know that I'm a fangirl. I refuse to let them know my weirdness, so idgaf. The spacing and ish is terrible, but I suck at it too so whatever. Bye y'all!