Nothing much to say, it's another chapter to hold you all off for my Alone with You, and Answer the Phone. I can't wait.

Chapter 2

Dana POV


"Dana, how can you live like this?"

"What's wrong? Is it something I said?"

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The thing is I can't shrug it off. Time just froze, technically people froze, whatever it's beside the point. It hit me.

Did I freeze time?

No way. It's physically impossible. It's impossible, and I'm not the type that believes in magic. The rabbit doesn't disappear, the person stays in one piece and doesn't get cut up, the effects are to fool you. There is an answer behind everything. A physical, scientific answer.

In my head, I can't seem to find any possible scientific reason of people getting frozen. I will figure this out.

With that thought I stood up acting like I was about to start a revolution.

Stupid move, very stupid move.

There is where I'm not right in the head.

I do things compulsively. In my own mind, it's like, taunting and teasing me to do certain things.

Taunting;

Teasing;

Another voice, in the back of my mind I rarely use for anything but information. It talks to me, but then again, I talk back. To me, it's normal.

If this makes sense, I'm talking to myself now.

Though technically, I am writing this down in a notebook, that forever will stay with me.

I'm writing my thoughts, but I also have that 'voice' talking to me. Telling me everything to write. Everything to say, what I should write on these blue faded lines on this white paper.

Am I going crazy?

No, I'm not. I don't have that compulsive thought of shooting anybody, but everyone gets those right? Everyone becomes aggravated one time or another. Everyone has the desire to kill.

Or is that just me?

Nah, I won't believe it's just me to have certain desires to just, shoot someone. Those feelings come from pure frustration.

Pure anger.

I can't physically take my anger out on my teacher, because they would put me in some institution or something. The only way I can take my anger out, is imagine physically hurting her. Or writing it down. Same with Logan.

Up there, still presenting.

"Dana, why are you still standing up?"

Perhaps it is the sheer motivation my other voice everyone has in their own heads. It's the tension, the anger, the frustration, the taunting, and teasing I do to myself.

Never will she understand this bit of information. If I tried to explain, I'd get sent away, and classified as insane. But am I insane? No.

I believe everyone has their own insane moments you can't explain. Maybe there is not a scientific reason for everything that goes on in my head.

"Getting a tissue," I answered after a second of using this head I don't use often. I then, adding to the over dramatic effect, wiped my nose on my hand just a tad, sniffed, and made my way over to the box of Kleenex.

"Think it took you long enough? You need to take your dramatic stand up somewhere else," she said clicking her teeth in a way that made me cringe. Chewing on my lip, preventing me from saying something I would soon regret, she spook again, "sit back down before you ruin this presentation of Logan's anymore, the wonderful fantastic Logan."

I had you thinking for a second there she actually said that didn't I?

Oh boy, did I get you good.

No, that would be complete favoritism. She really, just told me to sit back down. Nothing about Logan.

Remember, you technically don't know in here, what the truth is, what the lies are, the hidden meaning of why I am really writing this.

You have no idea.

The only thing you can do, is read, stick with me, and maybe if your lucky, I'll explain in a better understanding.

You can only trust me, and hope I won't let you down saying by the end of this story, something like, '…I then woke up from a long dream'.

Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't do that.

I read a book one time, ending that way, and about threw the book in a fire. I was tempted to, but my own self stopped the taunting sensation to do it.

You know what is funny?

That could be a lie too.

You never know what I'm going to write, what you're going to read. You don't know.

I like to dangle these things in front of you. I'm acting like a four year old bragger. It's probably how Logan acted at the wee age of four.

('My father is a director, and your father is a store manager,' the four year old Logan would say while sticking his tongue out.) I would bet you one million dollars he did that one time in his life.

"Thank you Logan, what a fantastic presentation," the teacher smiled, writing down on her clipboard. Giving a lively smile, he gathered his things, and sat down.

Yeah, she really did say a 'fantastic presentation'. Suck up. It's probably one of those teacher student relations you know, where the teacher is sleeping with the student? That's perverted of me to say, but it sure made me laugh out loud.

Ouch, another stupid move.

Dumb, dumb.

"Something you'd like to share to the class Dana?" She asked, one of those evil 'I-will-destroy-you' smiles.

"No, just a thought," I said, there isn't any way what-so-ever she would be aloud to make me say my thoughts.

There goes another wrong thought.

"Oh Dana, I think we'd all like to hear this thought that made you laugh so hard."

Fine.

You want to hear my thought? Oh, it's my pleasure.

I was hoping she would say this. I really was. My tempting side of me told me to go for it, and as this day is going, it sounds like a perfectly good way to go.

"Actually, I was realizing how nice you were being to Logan, and I was thinking of those teacher-student relationships you hear about on the news. You know, where the teachers sleep with the students," I paused for a moment, ready to continue. The look on her face, probably made the rest of my life. I believe her jaw, touched the floor, the pen, fell out of her hand.

Oh boy, wait for this next part.

"Mrs. Mason, are you sleeping with Logan?" I asked, sweetly. The whole class busted out in an open laughter. Logan went red, and this teacher I hate ever so much threw her clipboard on her desk as hard as she could.

Obviously reacting violently.

I was told by my psychiatrist years ago, violence was not the way to go. Teachers told us that too, but apparently they are all big, fat hypocrites!

"DANA!" She screamed, looking like a purple plump plum. The world around me started spinning, and it seemed she was wobbling over to me. Slamming a paper onto my desk, my world cleared up, and she was turning herself around walking back to her desk.

Obviously embarrassed and mad.

F

A big old F on my project, that I did wonderful on I should tell you, and a detention tomorrow after school.

Would you look at that? A note at the bottom.

Don't think the dean won't hear about this! You'll be lucky if you stay here in PCA.

Was I scared? Not at all. My grades were excellent; he'll want to keep me. Besides, this is just out of pure frustration. Except she acted on her frustration, I don't. I write it out.

Isn't that note, almost like a threat?

I could show the dean this too. I'm good.

She never, technically answered that question.

Boy, was it a good class, or what? And look at that, only thirty more minutes to go.


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