The Life of the INSANE

My Name is Unimportant

My tears feel cold...my sweat feels like snow...but I'm running for my life... on a summer night.

I'm 12 years old. I go by Maria. Maria Teresa Piloto. To me, my name is unimportant business. To others, it's an introduction. Oh! By the way, most people would consider me weird...dumb...out of the box...but my favorite is insane. A 12 year old, who is insane? Ridiculous is what you might say. For me...normal. I've always been rebelious. I got into trouble...a lot. I don't like to make mistakes but it's what I do to find different results to different issues. I'm my own little scientist. So if you really want to know, I will take you through the life of the insane. You know, what I'm thinking, how I act, why I do things, etc.

I wake up at the same time every morning..5:47. I exersice, draw, and plan my day. From when I first step into school to when I take my final breath as the end of the day bell rings. I get out of my bed thinking about the nightmare I had last night and every night before that. 23 minutes of exersice. I didn't feel inspired so I didn't draw. I planned my day out step by step. Knowing every delema I might have to every lucky moment. My life is rather difficult in my case. I'm lesbian..and trying to get by. My temper is meh and my mind can race faster that the speed of sound. I think ahead but I speak like I'm behind. So you know...yeah. 6:29 rolled by and I got dressed. I didn't do my hair because, who am I trying to impress? Plus, who cares. I dont often eat breakfast. It made me feel like I had to recharge what little energy I had. Probably explains why I'm always weak. Here's something scientist have yet to figure out. Every psycho, crazy, mental, or plain murderous person has one or many special abilities that let's them get by. Some say it's just frivalous. Though, you idiot, it's true. Me, I have some interesting ones. My right eye. My black eye. Can see the outline of the dead. Both of my eyes can speed and slow time as I wish. Finally, my favorite, I can see the aura of those in a 100 mile radius of me. If I am in a crowded place with too many auras, my head will ring and I might faint of I can't handle it. Hense why I hate school.

7:15. I left my house to my bus stop. It was cold where I lived and guess what...I live in Michigan. It's always cold at some degree here. I waited for someone to show up. Soon enough someone did. It was a boy I knew. We were friends but surprisingly, I forget his name...a lot. We tell dirty jokes and mess around till the bus comes. As we do that, people slowly show up. Once the bus comes, I just look out the window and mind myself. My friends Ella and Connor show up on the bus soon after me. We chat a bit then wait for my close friend Juelles to show. Juelles usually sits next to me, we talk and joke around. She isn't insane but she has been through hell. I have too. Rape, Blackmail, Suicide, Depression, and being an outcast. My father hates me and my mom left me. I'm fine with it. Juelles has been through a lot too. Minutes pass and we get to school, we chat then sperate once we enter the school. My friends are sitting on the stairs. They see me and wave. I wave back forcing a smile. My friends Netaya, Max, Alida, and Jack are all up there. I get up there not really sure on why I always come up there. Though, they are like a family to me. Here's how they go..
Alida - Crazy..
Max - Spontaniously Crazy..
Netaya - Not Crazy at all..
Jack - Classy Psycho..
I'm not positive it is accurate but it's close enough. I sit at the edge of the steps gazing at the crowd of preteens full of puberty. Most were on their phones, others in squads or groups, and the kids under the steps doing homework at the last minute. It was a system that happened every single day. Alida and Max were chatting. Mikayllnn came and chatted with Jack. Netaya was writing fanfiction. I decided to stay where I was and daydream about how I want to die. I always do it. You never know when or how you die. So why wait. Alida yelled "Ready positions." So I got up and went to the doors that lead to our wing. The bell rang and that's when my day began.