Mojobubbles: Yah, our second post on !

Kamilah: I'm her yami, or the darker half of her soul.

Mojobubbles: Dun worry, she's my protector, and therefore most of the time is very nice.

Kamilah: Rated for suicidal /and/ homicidal thoughts.

Mojobubbles: I was in a very morbid mood when I wrote this. And it was very spur-of-the-moment, and that's why it's so short. Anyway, I wrote this because 2 boys have called me twice asking me to go to the mall with them and a whole bunch of random popular people I don't know.

Kamilah: Sure, it sounds great, but.....

Mojobubbles: .......they don't mean it, they're just trying to pull a prank on me. For no reason whatsoever. Well, I guess 'cause they think I'm weird, but WHAT KIND OF F*****G REASON IS THAT?!?!?

Kamilah: Chill, aibou.

Mojobubbles: I'm ok now...........^_^U

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I'm sick of it. Sick of putting up with the endless taunts. I'm not as stupid as they think I am. I know they things they say about me behind my back.

"Freak, oddball, nerd, teacher's pet....."

What's wrong with getting good grades? Or not liking the crap they think is cool? So what if I don't shop at the stores with all the "cool" clothes?

I don't cry anymore about it. What's the point?

I'll make them pay. My eyes then drifted to the X-Acto knife on the table. Maybe if I killed myself......I wonder what they'd do, knowing they'd caused it?

Then I remembered my parent's gun, the one they've got hidden in their closet.

I snuck into their room, took the gun, and gently put it in my backpack, all ready to take to school tomorrow.

I will show them. I will show them all just who's weak, and just who's strong.

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Mojobubbles: Ra/Kami/God, that was totally disturbing.........

Kamilah: Hope you liked it, and review!