Eyes.

Running Anger

"...Watch your mouth
Troubles and lies,
Can send you down South.."

"Wake up, you got school today, Britt," my big brother Randall called.

With all the grunting and moaning my body could handle doing, I cringed and got up. I swung the sheets and blankets to the side revealing my floor burnt, blood-bruised, broken knees. I hated waking up.

I followed my normal routine. Shower... Hair... Pray... Eat... Grab a Mt. Dew for school... Leave.

I arrived at the school the same time the late buses pulled up. So, I casually walked into the school house with my friends. Sometimes, I don't know who to call my friends and who to call 'those people that I find myself around often, but are untrustworthy and are completely of the Devil.' As hillarious as the thought of that sounds, I'm pretty sure some of them were projects from the mysteries and hunts of Ed and Loraine Warren, in a past life. Freakin' evil!

"Mt. Dew?" Niki questioned as if she disapproved.

"Yes, like always," I replied trying not to be Capt. Obvious.

"Niki, you know this girls got a death wish," Johnny Kris stated.

"Exactly. I'm slowly killing myself by turning my whole kidney into a stone without the noose and razors. Ya know, simple. The Cranberries know all about it..."

Then, we broke out in song.. Yeahh, she's got a death wish, and a suicidal bliss.

I had a strong passion for old stuff. Grunge music, classic rock, elderly poets (mostly deceased), and everything else that happened ten years before my existence was even made possible. Shortly after Niki, Johnny Kris, and I discovered one another, my oddness wore off on them. And their oddness wore off on me. Eventually, we bacame the only people we'd found trustworthy in our school. So, we clicked and were titled the outsiders. Magic! The outsiders nowadays consist of the cheer captains and the basketball team captain. Who would've ever thought that?

That day at school was ordinary. For us, that was unusual and boring. On boring days, we all take it upon ourselves to make it interesting before the bell rings to go home. Sometimes, that requires us getting in great deals of trouble and sometimes, it doesn't.

But today, nobody was trying. Everybody just wanted to go home and recharge. We just wanted to leave. I just wanted to survive. People can make themselves believe I've developed a bad attitude or that I've became cold and hard. However, I've jsut developed a new state of mind: Survive.

"Brittany Michelle, could you please step out into the hallway," a teacher asked.

"Yes ma'am."

I walked into the hallway and awaited the teacher to step out along with me. She eventually came along and shut the door behinnd her.

"I have good news! You've made QuakersBowl."

"THANK JESUS HOLY CHRIST!" I said. I tried not to seem overly enthusiastic, though!

"Tomorrow during lunch. Know quizzes 1-20 or it could all be over. They each have 10 questions per quiz, be prepared."

"Shiz..." I whispered slightly as she ditched me to go back into her classroom as the bell rang.

At that point the bells sounded like death bells, and I was just waiting for a train to come through the building and miss everybody but me. I was overwhelmed with the excitement of knowing all my hard work had paid off for something. But, I was negatively overwhelmed with my natural fear of failing and making a dang fool of myself.