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I doodle on scrap paper while my teacher answers questions on lats nights homework.
I never really notice how much I hate school until I actually arrive here. As if this were my first day here, I wish. And I never really notice how much I hate people breathing down my neck until people decide to do it. That's exactly what the person beside me is doing. Her thoughts are so loud -"Wtf is she drawing?!"- If I wanted her to know, I'd tell her, jeez. Although, I didn't know myself.
Do you remember the days when little things didn't get to you? I don't, and I don't think I ever will. One of the perks to being a psychopath. Hey, at least can admit it, right?
"Ann, what is your answer to number four?" my teacher asks me. Its math class -my most hated subject- an I know my this teacher hates me.
"Uh... I didn't do my homework"
"And Why not, might I ask?"
No you may not ask. If I told the truth -That I hated the homework so bad that I accidentally blew it up - I think that'll confirm my physcopath theory.
"Uh.... My cat got sick and blew chunks on it. I didn't think it would be too polite to bring that to school". The class laughs and I get sent to to office. Just another typical day.
Okay, I'm guessing you've probably noticed something odd. Maybe the fact that I didn't exactly "hear" that classmate secretly stalking me kinda set you off. Or it could be the blowing-up-homework-thing....I guess I should introduce myself.
My name is Ann... Anna-May Louise - Yes, it's great to have first names as last names - and I am a pure bred psychopath.... Um, lets pause for a minute. Guess what happens when I say "pause" aloud? You guessed it, everything stops.
I am basically a remote with a few extra buttons that is. Well, I guess I shouldn't say "I", its more like, My whole family. Me, my parents and my big brother Stephan. So, what are we? To be honest, I'm not really sure. So I just call us psychos. My parents don't really speak about it, which doesn't bother me. What does bother me are the things that I have to hide.
Number 1, I'm allergic to water... I know, out of the oddest things to be allergic to. If I drink it, I will die.
Number 2, anyone of my kind has the same strange mark. Its like a half moon with a semi-colon to its right. Mine happens to be on my left wrist.
And lastly
Number 3, our bodies physically react to emotion. Its worse than it sounds, trust me.
As I sit outside the office, my best, and only friend, Noah. He likes his name as much as I do mine....
"Tsk Tsk Tsk Ann, what have you gotten yourself into today?" He asks, slightly amused, while grabbing the seat next to me.
"Noe, do you stalk me?" He always seems to be where I am and his thoughts are always a jumbled mess.
"Only on good days" he laughed.
I glared at him. I couldn't make out whether he was lying or just joking.
"Lets go Ann, this place gives me a headache."
"You give me a headache..." I mumbled.
He laughed, and we both got up to leave.
- by -lil-secret-mystery- |
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- | Submitted on 10/02/2008 |
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- Title: Define Psycopath....
- Artist: -lil-secret-mystery-
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Just something I randomly thought up.
If people like it, I'll post continuations. - Date: 10/02/2008
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- Red Velvet Frosting - 08/18/2009
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it sounds like a very interesting beginning to something really good! I love the ideas. Keep it up, I want to see continuations ;]
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