Happily Ever Never
Crap.
It's already the fucking morning, and I got pretty much no sleep.
Bloody sun. Each day, it takes a good hour or so off its barren and completely empty schedule just to look in my window, and fry my retinas. Shit. It's already 7 'o' clock. I'm gonna be late for school. groan
Yes, I'm off to waste another six hours at the deepest pits of Hell, a.k.a. school. It can't be too bad, at least I'll see my friends. Why the fuck is KJ so damn short? And Kuro. All I have to say is that every person who's ever talked to her either says she mean, and smart, and scary, and mean, or they're already dead. Mabye not KJ… midget… Kuro ACTUALLY calls her her friend, it's almost crazy. Last but certainly not least, Cheru. Yeah, she's the only sane one of us, I mean, if you were to read a list of our inside jokes, you might have a heart attack. Pure shock. But, Cheru. Most incredible demon you'll ever meet. Incredibly vengeful. If you kick her in the stomach, she's not gonna stand there and watch her pancreas rupture, she's gonna tear out your trachea and drink your blood. She loves to stick her claws into my arm when I try to take her food.
But otherwise life is good. Yup, everyday, I wake up to my mom screaming "KETSUEKI GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!". Then, I get up and eat something in the fridge, edible or not. Then, I get dressed, and lumber out the door and onto the sidewalk, almost unable to walk. There, I meet up with KJ, Kuro, and Cheru. Kuro groans and looks like a senile/ mean old person, KJ squeals a squeal that sounds almost like my name, and Cheru looks at me, like she's a lot smarter, and shes much more prepared Hell, she probably is…. We walk down the street for, like, a gazillion miles, and along the way, we pick up a short scary kid with pointy, killer black hair, a pansy with red hair who also loves flowers, and tall stupid orange-head guy, and a showoffy black-haired kid. We also pick up an annoying blonde kid, a smooth parrot-y black-haired boy, a stupid flamingo chick, another blonde with a monstrous fan, a freak in black with a puppet, and Gaara.
In my eyes the portrait of perfection. In others, a scary mean killer boy, with no eyebrows, and weird green pupils. AND ITS NOT MASCARA! Poor Mr. Gaara simply suffers from insomnia, an illness which prevents you from sleeping. I think he wants to kill me though. Mabye he's just playing "Hard To Get." Oh wiat, only chicks do that… ACK!
First period, PE.