I don't eat breakfast. It's not that I have something against this meal, I love eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, all the traditional choices. I just can't eat right after I wake up. I need a few hours. Before I leave the house, my dad tries to get me to at least drink some water. I take the cup and proceed to take a sip before I pour it out when he's not looking. I hate water. Is that normal? I just... can't stand it. People that say it has no taste, they are stupid. Water is pure evil, of this I am sure. If I drink it I feel the need to vomit. Maybe I'm not human.
I'm a senior this year. The final year of high school. This is supposed to be "my year" as the stereotypical kid would say. But I'm going to a new school, another place where guys think I am an airhead and girls are too busy protecting their own egos to pay any attention. I can't drive. I'm 18 years old and I cannot control an automobile in any way. Maybe it's because of my past, I feel haunted every time I put my hands on the wheel. Maybe it's because I like making excuses.
I'm one of those day dreamer types, so when I walk in through those doors and step into this building full of annoying, ungrateful, bastard high schoolers, I soak in everything but reality. I see troubled waters, dark clouds, sunshine in one corner, a witch in another. I see Harry Potter flying on a broom and Peter Pan wishing he'd never grow up. I deny everything that's in front of me, including the villian who is about to run me over.
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