A Rogue

"Dogs have butt cheeks!" I shouted as I had the sudden urge to make myself noticed. Did I care what people thought of me? Or was I just in one of those moods today? The type of mood where everything I dreaded about high school and the way everyone perceived us, students, as criminals waiting to mature enough actually to cause some trouble, actually mattered. Typical! As I sat in class, I began to think of everything I've ever thought, all at once. Do I care? Honestly, I think I am starting to, and it is horrible. What, in the universe, is wrong with me today?