Silly Gibberish Thoughts of Mush by Tiffany

Emily sat in the darkest corner of her room. contemplating. She was listening to her CD player. A spider crawled nearby. She crushed it, an amused look on her face. Everything was falling apart around her and she was surrounded by darkness. The morning light slowly crept into her window, making shadows of disfigured creatures on the walls. Finally the light fell upon her pale skin and she was awoken from her trance. Slumping in her clothes she walked out into the world.

Now she was once again sitting, 4th column, 2nd seat to the front, in the class she thoroughly dreaded. Like before, she heard his voice. The familiar voice that twisted her insides at the sound, leaving her feeling sick. That stupid happy voice among the other pathetic humans. E-gad, she was irritated, restless, and maybe even jaded! She wanted once again to scream, to disappear, or to go far away from that overly happy fake! Haha..she knew it was fake! His smile, his enthusiasm, his laughter. It was all for show. Because in the inside she knew he was as wrecked and lost as she felt. Maybe even worse. She knew him long enough to know how his genuine smile looked like, his real happiness, and true laughter. Maybe if she closed her eyes they would disappear.

"Plot and Attack" rang through her mind. It was her new motto. She had a the question was."is it going to work?" How long would she have to wait? How long could she tolerate such filthy evil plaguing her? The can-opener, the muffins, the happy were useless to his superior brick wall of evil. But alas! The SHARPIE MARKER!!! How could she have forgotten? Jhonen V. used it for his legion of doom. Johnny used it to his force, and now Emily could use it too to her advantage.. But for what? I don't know. There is one thought that appears in Emily's mind.. "Slash-Happy!" A new concept brought to life by her math teacher. It had genius written all over it. Emily was once again day dreaming..lost in her own little world. Suddenly, she felt a little better. All was not lost. She had a force of her own, and she knew that she could find a way to solve that mysterious mystery and penetrate the being of "him".

This disturbing realization didn't seem so disturbing. In fact, it was quite interesting. Walking down the oh-so-familiar halls that led her out into the courtyard, where her friends stood waiting. They were a bunch of oddballs, weirdos, and plain out freaks. But truly strange is not a crime. Besides, she belonged there with them; their presence lifted her spirits. Soon she felt the worries fall out of her hair and edge back from under the rock it came from. Before she knew it, it was lunch, and there she stood out in the open. It was hot like some sort of hot thing that makes you feel like dying just to escape the heat. Glancing towards his spot she caught a smudged glimpse of him. Sitting where he always sat, chatting away, oblivious to her staring. Collecting herself from falling back into the queasy-cheesy feeling she got, she turned to her friends unwillingly.

Ignoring the hungry noises her stomach made, and only satisfying her thirst, she did what he did. She pretended that she was okay. Though she was not. Yes, she was happy for she was talking animatedly with her friends as they goofed around. But there was something missing. An empty feeling. The feeling she had everyday that wouldn't go away, and knew the reason for. But she went back, to her nomal, bubbly, insane self. She was called insane by about four people now. She didn't mind much.

"Riinnnngg!!" That was the sound of the last bell that ended school. Hurriedly she walked among the crowd. Pushing her way to get another hopeful glimpse of him. And there he was striding down the sidewalk. Him and his long legs. How could she catch up? That seemed to be her new goal after school. Find him and try to beat him so that he couldn't escape.

It was a tricky, and yes, insane plan. But it was definitely better than throwing rocks, in hopes that he'd slow down. "Damn he got away!" she said aloud, as she realized he was too far now, for her to catch up. A little weary she sat on the gray bench. It was her thinking/I-want-to-be-alone-to- hate-the-world bench. It was a nice wooden bench with a lovely tree in front of it. A tree that blocked her view of the sidewalk. She cursed the tree.