Tick

                I hate Tuesdays. I hate everything about them. The way the clock seems to move slower. The way you know that there’s nothing to look forward to yet because no one’s made any plans. The way you’ve already talked about everything from the weekend on Monday so nothing fun comes up during lunch. The way all the teachers seem to know you need this night off so they pile on homework. Tuesdays definitely suck.

            Great. Now I’m turning emo. Next thing you know I’ll be wearing black shirts and eyeliner and cutting my hair so no one can tell if I’m male or female. I’ll be writing shitty poetry and using red pens to make it look like I cut, cause I can’t stand the sight of blood. This has got to stop.

            Ok, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Butterflies, kittens, colorful paper, that girl over there, sub in third period. Yep, all happy thoughts. Great. No more emo-ness in me. Just need to make sure this is permanent. Oh look, it’s Mike.

            “Hey, Mike, what’s up?” I don’t think he noticed me. He’s always a bit out of it since they put him on Ritalin. Oh, no, he saw me.

            “I’m good, Jim, you? Oh hey did you hear about Julia? She ditched class to go get ice cream with Noelle and she totally came back with it all dripping down her shirt. Fuckin’ hilarious, man.” I’m not going to tell him that happened yesterday. He’ll figure it out. I don’t really want to talk about Julia anyways.

            “I’m fine. Did you do the econ? I couldn’t figure out the graphs at all.” I did actually. They were all rather easy. But anything to get away from the topic of Julia.