I'm not Meg; don't sue me for using her characters. Everything is hers. Just not the story.

Hehe.

Hey thilly goothes.

Spaced out. Confused Weirded out. Psychotic squirrels. Being seduced. Gay Pride. Nun cussing. Hypnotic Funky Fresh.

Lemme see you 1, 2 step.

Hehe. Just kidding. I'm just listening to that song now.

So that's why this is called…..

Dun, dun, dun, dunnnnn…..

Hypnotic Funky Fresh

Today was maybe the most exhausting day ever. I come to school in an ecstatic spirit of delight because I FINALLY passed my driver's license.

Er, when I say finally, it only means after about 3 times of trying.

Stop laughing!

I tried explaining to the driver's instructor that it was because vicious squirrels would run out of nowhere causing me to swirm to the left.

Resulting in failing the entire test.

The entire bloody test. Just because of some psychotic squirrels having the urge to run right in front of the car.

Hmph!

They won't be seeing any more donations from me to the 'Save the Endangered Squirrels Fundraiser'.

Oh, they're just so grateful that I can't stand it.

Besides, they're ugly. And brown. And fat. And eat their own poop thinking it's another acorn.

So, as I was saying before, I was just about to tell CeeCee and Adam about my license when none other than our very own dearest person approaches me.

No, it wasn't Paul.

Although, I may have preferred seeing him than-

Eww, scratch that thought.

Ah, our beloved Sister Ernestine. Such a pleasant sight to see so early in the morning.

Someone, please bring me a bowl to puke in.

"Susannah Simon! With the outfits you choose to wear to this religious school, tourists may think that it is a home for the impure people. Now, get you're ass to Father Dominic's office. AT ONCE!"

Hah. You guys actually think that such a good hearted-24/7 nun would say such an impure word as -gulp- ass?

Naw, not this sister.

On my way to the Father's lounge, I noticed that maybe-just maybe- my skirt was a little on the short side.

Who gives? It was totally cute.

Father Dom would just go head-over-heels for me when he sees me in this outfit.

And sure enough he did.

Give the guy a break. He can only stand so much of his Innocent Life.

"Susannah! What on earth are you wearing"

Then again, maybe not.

"Chill out Father D. It's just a skirt. Now, anything in particular you wanted to see me about?"

I could totally take up in an acting career.

Yeah and maybe Adam can join the Gay Pride Society.

"Well, nothing. You're the one who came into my office. Something you need to tell me"

Poor guy. He didn't know why I was here.

Take that Sister Bloated Ass. I may wear my skirt in peace.

"Uh, nope. I'm all good. Well, I gotta go now Father D. Great chatting. See you later."

"Well, okay. Just go to-"

Didn't hear the last bit. I was just too excited to go to my World Civ class.

Oh, the joy.

"Oomph!"

What the-

Who? Geez, now I'm gonna have a nice big bruise on my forehead.

"Well, if it isn't Suze"

Oh, great.

"Paul, you're in my way. Move."

Is not PMS. I swear.

I'm just not in the mood for his gorgeous lips-

Er, I mean, ugly and distended lips to flap.

In other words, talk.

I think too much.

"Aww, Suze. Is that how you treat ALL your friends?"

"No, not all. Only ones with their ego bigger than their brain."

Yeah, nice one, Suze.

"That's not true. For me at least. My ego isn't the only thing bigger than my brain."

And with that he gave me a wink.

A wink!

Um, that was kinda wrong. And gross. And PERVERTED!

EWW!

"Um, yeah, ok. I really didn't need to know that."

He skewed his head to the side. "You already knew that though."

La la la la-

Wait-

WHAT!

Whack!

"Ow, shit! Suze, I was just kidding around with you!"

"Yeah? Well try saying that to Sister Ernestine."

"Naw, she's my next victim."

WHACK! WHACK!

What? He so deserved all those smacks.

"Jesus Christ, Suze! Chill out. I'm just kidding."

"It's disgusting. And nasty. And just wrong. NOW, can you PLEASE move your ass over so I can get through?"

He's so full of himself. Thinks he can just waltz up and corner me and expect me to just stand there and let him – I shudder thinking of this – seduce me?

…Well, you never know with Paul.

Again, eww.

We were standing in the Mission's halls during this whole 'episode'. It was actually a pretty nice day out. The sun was beaming down onto the courtyard filled with innocent students. I could hear from a distance a kid yelling out something like "No! Not the swirly!" and another saying "Gimme back my lunch you fuck bag!"

See? Innocent as angels.

And as for me?

Well, it's never easy for me, Suze Simon.

I have to be cornered by the hottest deadliest guy in this school.

Don't be jealous.

"Paul? Hell-llo? Snap out of it. Lemme say it a little bit slower so you can understand me. Move. Your. Ass. Over. So. I. Can. Get. Through."

There was something in his eyes that flashed of either complete space out-ness or confusion. I dunno. But his icy blue eyes were just staring out to no-where. They seemed glossier and more distinct than ever.

Hmm, weird.

I inched my head a little bit closer to his head just to see if he was like not dead or anything.

Big mistake.

Never move your head close to a guy who's got you cornered.

And just so happened to space out a few seconds ago.

THUMP!

"#(.)#)#.#!" Paul said. Apparently he just spaced in.

That was one heck of a colorful sentence.

And as for me?

You couldn't get any more colorful.

"Damn! Now I'm gonna have a huge purple bump on my forehead tomorrow. SHIT!"

Purple bumps on foreheads DO NOT go good with Kate Spade.

"What was that for!" Paul said with annoyance in his voice.

Oh, you know. I just had the urge to collide heads. No biggy.

"YOU ASSWHOLE! You were just standing here drifting off to dream land when I asked you to move so I could get to lunch. I don't just go around banging heads with people who just happen to be spacing out! YOU'VE KEPT ME HOSTAGE FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES ALREADY. I HAVE PLACES TO GO AND PEOPLE TO SEE. NOW FOR THE LAST FREAKIN TIME……MOVE!"

I need air.

Panting. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breath-

"Uh, Suze? Repeat. And this time, slower."

"Ugh. Paul, come on. I'm hungry. And tired. And not in the mood for your games." I said sounding a little more relaxed than annoyed.

"K, you could've just said so."

Huh? Did I just miss something?

"Don't forget. Tomorrows 'Our Day'. Wouldn't wanna miss that, now would we?" Paul said before he winked at me.

Again.

Ugh. Tomorrows Shifter lessons with Paul.

And why did Paul just go all weird before?

God loves me.

Hehehehe. That's funny.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Choking. Choking. Choking.

Oh, just smite me, Almighty Smiter!

Er, no.

I like to be the breathing sort.

But…that's why my day was so exhausting.

Could you blame me for coming home, plopping myself down on my bed and just going on the computer?

Gimme a break.

My life's not THAT easy.

There was more to it than just coming home and bumming out.

Much, much more.

Mwuahahah! TBC.

Spooky, huh?

Cough.

Well, what did you think? Excellent? Horrible? Brilliant? Stupid? Nerve Wrecking?

Just press the lil purple button down there, yeah that one, and review.

I can take it. Don't worry. Although, have in mind that I'm at a fragile state right now. I'm stuck at my grandparents' house cuz of the snow.

So have some pity.

Hehe.

Hope you liked. There shall be more if you review. Ok, I'll stop talking now.

Love,

Beka

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