I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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Every vein pumped fury around my body and carried it directly to my heart. I liked to believe that I was a decent human being. Sure, I sinned like everybody else but I've never felt anger like this. Never had my thoughts corrupted by murderous intentions. Until now.
A week! That was a new track record for me. The Maines would be calling Janet tonight and telling her to find a new placement for me because they couldn't hack the trouble and it was all his fault.
I contemplated the many different ways I would kill Arlo Peers.
I would steal his clothes when he changed for soccer practice and sit them in a tub of dog food. Then somehow I would kidnap him and leave him in the middle of the forest so he could get mauled by coyotes and wolves.
Or I would simply drop a piano on his head from the science block rooftop and flatten him like a cartoon character. Either way, I wanted to kill him.
"I'm leaving the classroom momentarily, I trust you'll behave yourselves and not leave. After all I can find out where you live." Mrs Roberts joked from the front of her classroom, she directed her statement towards Arlo, not me.
I glanced down at my letter, we had both been instructed to write an amicable letter to one another during detention or else we couldn't leave. Mine basically turned into hate mail.
"Hey!" He whispered from behind me, I ignored him. "Hey, hey Blossom!" I ignored him again.
"Blossom?" I raised my middle finger up to him and carried on writing my stupid letter.
Silence filled the room for five blissful minutes.
"Pssst Blossom, what are you writing?" His annoying voice yet again interrupted the peace.
"Would you shut up?!" I replied aggressively, of course I shouldn't have expected him to follow the rules of detention. What did I think got him here in the first place?
"Jesus Blossom, why are you always so uptight? Is it the celibacy thing?" I almost cracked my neck turning around to face him so fast.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I knew exactly what he said, I was just daring him to repeat it.
How dare he have the audacity to invalidate my hatred for him just because I choose not to open my legs to anything with a pulse, like I'm assuming he does. Sex wasn't everything.
He got up and walked over to my table, taking a seat at the desk right beside mine. I watched him like a hawk watches her next meal.
"I'm just wondering if the reason you're always so angry is because you're not getting any." He smirked at me again and I couldn't control my outpouring anger. "Or is it just that time of the month?" He added injury to the insult.
Before I could truly think about my actions I raised my hand in the air and slapped him right across the face. The movement surprised both him and me.
We both sat still for a few seconds, just staring at one another. His cheek was reddening in the shape of a hand and very slowly he touched the mark and held his cheek.
