Conduct a stress test on a chicken and record your results for a science class extra credit. The scientific model. Hypothesis: I think the chicken can handle 24 hours of being awake, without freaking out. Procedure: take a chicken and put him in a cage with a fox, strobe lights, sirens, and other weird stuff. If the chicken wants to sleep hit it with electricity. Record your results every hour till the chicken freaks out. Then find out if it will ever lay eggs again. Maybe it will need to visit a psychoanalyst if the chicken is unable to handle the stress. Give it coffee till it vibrates then repeat the experiment. Your teacher will pass you for the year with straight A's. Or call the cops. I'm not sure which. Still Bored?

I might have been able to pay attention in science, if that teacher said something that made sense. But all I could do was stare at the vaguely amusing wall and listen to my Inner self talk to me. I could sometimes direct my thoughts to something else. But almost never to science.

Brother can drive now... right? You could go with him to the store and to celebrate his driving ability he can buy you some candy then he could buy every one some candy He's up for that... right?

October 17, that's when he can drive.

And this means he can't buy you candy till then? Or he wont buy you candy till then? My conscious longed for some sugar to send me spinning off the walls. Look in the rule book, it says. 'Big brothers are to buy candy for their sisters, any time deemed necessary by the sister.'

Sisters, page 6.

On page nine it says, if there are two boys in the house, they must fight constantly, with the sister is there is one present. But if there isn't one present, you can still hear the two boys speaking in a forest, on a Hill?

"Hills. Do they have numbers?" I said aloud disrupting the class, and sending Meghan into a fit of giggles.

On page 9 it also says that on page 12, anybody, who can eat cookies non- stop for hours, is probably Santa Claus.

Don't you have a copy of this book? I wasn't happy. You were supposed to get it at birth.

I must have burned it. Along with a direction book, and warranty card to my mother and father, a return if not completely satisfied card, and an order form, for more sisters and brothers.

"No more Siblings," I said.

"Amanda is everything alright," Mrs. Hagen asked with amusement.

"But I can get presents out of them."

I went back to thinking in the little corner of my mind that was off limits to intelligence.

Wheels, they were turning again. What wheels?

You can sell the brothers. Start looking up exchange rates. How much could you get for Alex?

Exchange rates are down.

Maybe enough for a bag of candy though. You may have to clean the brothers up, to get the best price.

Alex, clean, Ha Ha Ha.

Well he does have white shoes, they are new.

I never liked that new shoe smell, they smelt so.. new.

What about classmates, they might want to buy him, Rent a Kid. Rent him out for a day at a time, in exchange for candy. A box of Twix bars for an afternoon of abuse. 4 lbs of jelly beans for a night of beating the bro, and a half dozen éclairs for a morning of bobbing for dirty socks it could work: You make a price list, leave it around school. And see who calls. What have you got to loose? You could rent Adam out as a chauffer, split the profit you keep the books, and answer the phone, he drives the car, and keeps the women happy, You both split the money, and you keep it all.

It's legal to me.

You could call the business. A&A services or maybe double A co. "A" need we say anything more? Or how about the "We Own You Company."

Did I time work to a different dimension? I like it.

"Is it raining," my voice trailed across the class, as they all looked outside; to see that thick puffy clouds covering the sky. "Pretty."

I turned to Meghan. "Are you shopping online at Ames, and flipping out?"

"No," she said amused.

"Eating candy?"

"No."

"You could be rolling in it. Wait, no, don't. Are they Santa Claus?"

Meghan gave me a curious look and I continued.

"Are there wild antelopes in the yard? Or maybe a wandering badger, or something?"

"No."

"Are they plagued with a giant squid in their basement?"

"No, who is they?" She thought I finally snapped.

"No, you won't tell them, or no you don't like candy anymore?"

The Bell rang and I scurried out of the room.

Random me talking again.

~ Thayana