A/N: Whoa, it happened. It happened and I can't get over it. There's no way I CAN get over it.

She's gone.

My best friend.

My confidante.

My grandma.

Rest in peace, Abuelita Violeta.

Que Dios te bendiga.

February 23, 1923 - March 17, 2009.

DISCLAIMER

Name: Izzy

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Occupation: Lazy teenager.

Possessions: Certainly not XME, that's for sure.


This Acid Trip We Call Life

Shawdee

Prologue


Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out......

Ah yes, the 'breathe in, breathe out,' mantra. It's so widely known and frequently used. The person who made this was either, a, a flipping genius, or, b, a complete and total nerd who forgot how to breathe around some really hot girl. Either way, someone, somewhere was using this mantra. For instance, the Charles Xavier School for Gifted, in a certain fuzzy, blue, elf's room.

Why might he need to use said mantra?

Senior year, that's why.

A lot of things have changed with Kurt since sophomore year. His hair is shorter, his clothes have changed to blue jeans, black shoes, brown quarter-sleeved undershirt, and an open-button blue button-down. The only thing that hasn't changed from his outfit are those peridot green boxers.

Yum.

Anyway, he's been dreading, since the first day of summer, the first day of school. Sadly, it was tomorrow, therefore he was stressed. If he were anymore stressed he'd lose the one ounce of sanity he had left. That one ounce would save him from his head exploding. Hypothetically of course. Though if he lost that sanity he wouldn't think that it was so hypothetical. He'd probably think his head actually exploded.

The scenario in that case would be something, seeing as he'd be running around the mansion yelling about how his head exploded.

That would be stupid to do so:

No head equals no screaming.

So, in his conclusion, senior year was bad.

Lieber Gott, ich tat nichts Falsches. Warum verdiene ich das? Ich helfe alten Damen, die Straße zu durchqueren, ich gebe Lebensmittelgeschäfte Obdachlosen. Warum?!, he thought.

If he thought Senior year was going to be bad.......

Imagine college.