Strung

Fight Club

Library
10:05 am

I'm losing myself here. I just hope I can make it through the day without any questions or any talking. "..." Ernest blew up my phone with nonstop messages about our plans. I'm waiting for him at the library, trying my hardest not to doze off. I stayed up all night gritting my teeth and shaking, I can't believe Mandy did that. "Petra, what are you doing here?" Crap! Why does he have to be here? I'm sitting in the back row with all the bookshelves, facing away from the desk up front. Gary is now walking at me. Maybe he'll show a little sympathy to my world running.

"Drawing and trying to ease my mind." He takes a seat from the table and welcomes himself to sit down. "You don't have any paper or pencils." I kick over my backpack and a sack of pencils slide out. "My fingers are cramped." I bend over in my chair to pick up my junk. Gary snickers. "I didn't know you played like that. Petra you-/ Don't think like that. I was playing video games with Petey." Dirty bastard. What would make you jump to such things? "Sure." He's getting all colorful in the face now.

Gross, if I were it wouldn't be about him. "Well now that I know your little dirty secret. Do you care to explain that blonde sissy-boy in the skirt roaming the halls?" Did he just call my brother a-? What the hell? Both of my hands tighten up into fists and I quickly toss them under the table, gritting my teeth. "That's my brother you jerk. Geez, I thought you were open to shit like that." I did. If he's okay with "dating" a cross-dressing person.

"I mean, you're "dating" me. I'm genderfluid." I got too quiet at the end of that. Sheesh, even the mice don't hear that. "How about that doppler you have?" My theory of Gary's view on this situation is clogged. Can I slip and say I fooled him twice as hard as before? "Just leave me alone..." I look around the room. Nobody is here. "That's his boyfriend, are you done with your mini interrogation? I'm getting-." My right began to twitch. "JUst, leave me aLone. God, fucking dammit. I forgot to take my medicine."

I slide out of my seat and pick up my bag. Gary follows me to the exit. "We're not done here. I'm still talking to you!" I flip him off and storm out. "Stay out of my face if still want your teeth. Cause that tooth gap looks like it's begging for mercy." I slam the door shut on his face.

Observatory
10:18 am

First Jimmy, Josie, Timothy, and now her? I gave everyone enough time to prepare and take care of themselves. How difficult is it to be on time? "Where is she? I told her to meet me here." I hope she didn't into another quarrel with Mandy. Beatrice told me the outcome of it and it didn't sound so nice. "I'm here. What do you want, Nerdface?" Right on time too? She looks on edge and shaky.

Not to mention those bags under her eyes. Yikes, even her hand is wrapped up. "Petra are you okay?" Timothy asked. Petra doesn't answer and joins us on the crates. Josie hops from crates to crate until she reaches Petra. Petra whispers to Josie and she says. "Gary stressed her out a little bit. She's fine but please don't get so close or be so demanding when you ask her something." I look over at Timothy. He's throwing signs at Petra. "Sign language?"

"That's not important now. What's the plan?" Ernest gets up and paces around, with a cheeky look on his face. "We need incriminating photos of one of the jocks." His lips curve into a mischievous smile and into a dirty grin. We all sigh. "Oh jeez. Not this again." Jimmy holds his head in distraught and guilt. "We need photos of one of the cheerleaders doing something suspicious and snuffy." Timothy rolls his eyes and covers his ears. Ernest stares at Petra and me. "Dude, are you kidding? Can't we just spread some quick rumors of the guys and leave it at that? Who the hell is even operating the game in the first place. There's no staff here??" Am I right or am I right? Petra nods.

"That's what makes it fun." Yikes. "I assume we're doing these for your sick little moist dreams? Go jack it to a tree you little freak." The boys choke out in laughter. Petra covers her mouth and snorts hard. She raises her hand and jumps up, clearing her throat. "Mandy." She faces me with more signals. "Let's try Mandy. It won't matter. After the hellish things, she's done. Wow, that's dark." Yes, Petra has a bad beef with Mandy.