Strung

Halloween

[Mid October: 10/25 — 10/31]
Dr. Crabblesnitch's Office
7:00 am

Everybody else is still sleeping. Why am I here so fucking early? "Young Marrang! How are you this morning?" Dr. Crabblesnitch is finally here to "Keep My Nose Clean." I leaned against Crabblesnitch's desk to keep me up. I stayed up getting pranked and trying to care for Miles. "I'm doing- *yawn* great..Mr./Dr. Crabble.." He put his hand on my shoulder, squirmed his hand off, but it stayed on. "Boy, did you get any sleep last night? We can't have any tired Scholars around here." I stood up straight with my hands on my head, trying to pop my back. "Yes...Mr. Crabblesnitch..." Ms. Danvers came in holding a large tray of tea. Yawned softly. "Here, is your coffee Dr. Crabblesnitch~" Why does she say it like that? Are they intimate? Gross. "Timothy. I know about your issue and I heard this school is your last chance. Am I correct?" I yawned again. "Yes..Dr. Crabblesnitch." I covered my mouth thinking it would stop me from yawning so rudely. I was wrong.

"Mr. Marrang, could you say anything other than 'Yes' for me." Dude...please don't say that ever again. Your voice is not the one. I know I can't be that dirty-minded.

"Of course Dr. Crabblesnitch...May I ask something of you sir?" He takes a quick sip of his tea and heads outside his office, I follow behind him. "Why did you request for me to come so early? And what is it that you want with me? We aren't getting anywhere." Once again with the hands and shoulders. "Like I was saying before. This school is your last chance. I want this for you! I want you to be able to get through this school year without any fighting." Oh, you should've been here yesterday. My hands really said Rated E For Everyone. Left and right folks was dropping like flies. "Haven't you checked your school? I just got landed here and already people are talking out their asses and starting shit." He needs to take his head out of Ms. Danvers' ass to see all this mess. "Language! Mr. Marrang! You certainly have a mouth on you! That needs to be washed out and broken in. Can't you see I am trying to help you! If you screw up this time, it's the juvenile detention center for you. Understand me?" I nodded. Broken in? The fuck does that mean?
"Sure..thing..Dr. Crabblesnitch..."

Halloween Day:
Art Class
1:00 pm

It's only been a week and the guys don't know that I am a girl. I have been switching back and forth to the boys dorm and girls dorm. So far nobody has counted my switching behavior as suspicious or odd and I've managed to make friends with two of the clique leaders here, Johnny Vincent of the Greasers clique and Russel Northorp of the Bullies clique, even if he did knock me out and if his members did shove my face into a toilet we're in good spirits. I don't know how I made good terms with the Greasers at all. I only know that their leader thinks I'm cool.

So right now I'm in Ms. Phillips' art class. Jimmy and Gary share this class with me. Only for today and Wednesday that is. Over the last few days, I started to get comfortable with being called and identified with she/her. Normally it scares me. My mother is pretty upset with me for..being born as a girl. I was always hit and yelled at by her for being one. Mom told me that she wanted a boy, that was made very clear on each of my birthdays. "Why don't you have dick yet?" Or "It's been 10 years and you're still a girl" and "Why couldn't you be a boy!?" I wonder what she'll say to me this year? Enough of that mess. What exactly am I doing in art class? Ms. Phillips has assigned for us to complete a project in a group of three or four. She said something about a collage. I don't know, I'm barely alive half the time. I was put in a group with Jimmy, Gary and their friend Petey. Petey and I bumped into each other on my second day here.

Apparently he's the head boy. I ran into him in the guys dorm. I was writing names down of all the students I came across. My memory is pretty alright, I can remember an entire class on the first day and a few birthdays here and there. Acting like you don't know that person is hard though. Back to the project. "So what are we doing?" Petey asked. I was writing down stuff in my notebook while Ms. Phillips was repeating the idea we could do. Jimmy was sketching in his journal trying to think of something and Gary was staring into space. "Pop art collage? We could all pitch in and put in shit we want." Completely by surprise before I came here I spent my allowance on comics. "Sure why not? All the other stuff is boring and there's no way any of us would slack off. *apart of Gary who's in his own world*." Petey waved at Gary. Gary didn't respond.