This shouldn't be happening to me.

Why me? Why does everything have to be so complicated for my family? Can't the children of my family get a break? I mean, really?
First it could be at home. And we'll find heaven at school, because we run there. To get away. We'll be safe, until we go home, and maybe it'll be safe there too. Just maybe.
Next it can be at home, and it will chase us right to school, and corner us there, beat us, and let us come home dead, but we get no rest, it'll be there when you get back, honey.
Later, It will be safe, in my home, in my haven, for once it will be safe, no troubles at all. I hope for a wonderful day at school, I want to be happy. But no, I go to school and It's there waiting for me. In every persons, but the best. It can control most, consume them completely and let them spread It's disgusting disease of hate and misery. Let it's minions torture the innocent or dead.
Maybe, just maybe, I can have a time, where it is heaven, at home, and at school. Maybe just maybe, I will live that day. Oh, but honey, you're so ignorant. You know for yourself that, you already had that day. You had that day, when you weren't here. You had that day in the real heaven.
Oh how hilarious this might be, I was very much going to tell you, you had that day 5 years ago. When you were younger, and naive. But oh what a laugh. Everyone knows the truth of that. Your earliest memories all have that monster hanging down over your bed, needles protruding through It's skin, blood dripping, It's face done up, in a smile, the happiest face you'll ever see. It hangs from your ceiling, rocking, slowly, back and forth, Have a sweet nightmare darling, and always remember: You'll never know, what's really here, until, it comes crawling out, bleeding and broken. But, who, oh who, am I talking about, my dear?



-These are the thoughts of Rat, the real ones that scare the good ones away, I lost my skill to save those good thoughts, at least for today I did. I can't find them anywhere in this horrible mind of mine.

Teachers + Skinny Jeans = No no.

So I just came back from painting a set, and I was talking to some of the other girls and one was talking about her teacher, (Let's call him Steven) Steven, who is, let's say kinda sorta HUGE in a bodily matter..and He wears skinny jeans and when he sits down-- Oh let me clarify this, they aren't really skinny jeans, they're like 6 times the size on a normal kid, but on this teacher, they ARE skinny jeans, I mean they show..everything. *shudder* Anyways when he sits down he spreads his legs so wide he's practically doing the splits, and he's on a stool in the middle of the classroom so...There's no way to not notice this this this absurdity unless you turn your head so far away, not even your peripheral vision can see it. So you have to look at his face, and if you look at your face, you still see below the waist, so this girl was telling me about how most the class stare about a foot above his head. Well anyways. Teachers, please don't use skinny jeans, until you get a conform from someone else that nothin' is showing!!
I took a test in Algebra that was pretty easy, I'm reading Hamlet right now, I just finished reading "Lives Of The Musicians: Good Times, Bad Times (And What Neighbors Thought" It was just amazing, you might think, oh wow how cheesy who would read such a boring book, but it's only like 100 pages and super interesting, no joke. I mean, I love books and usually hate stuff like that, too informational and real. But this was like...woah. Haha. Anyways I love MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE so bad bad bad! It's the best!

-The Clumsy Rat

Where Art Thou

So I have now spent exactly 6 months enjoying Wattpad.com so very very much. And also I learned how to spell the word exquisite! I originally spelled it like "excuizite" Which is hilarious in my opinion and very artistic so my word EXCUIZITE with that precise spelling is the word of the month. Oh and an exquisite corpse is a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule or by being allowed to see the end of what the previous person contributed.

Well that's all for now. OH! I threw a book at my sister's face because she was greatly insulting my pride. Don't worry it was paperback and I'm weak. Or so I think. :}