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BC's POV
Today I started to think about some things. Really deep things, you know?

"So, this whole Mayan Calendar thing. I know they miscalculated, but a part of me would be okay with 2012 being the end. I've lived enough to the point where I'm indifferent to my own life, or humanity for that matter. I wish I could tell my friends it's been fun. But it wasn't. It was an experience, that's for sure." I write down in my diary.

Butch walks in through the door and I slam my diary shut. "Hey," he says, looking at the cover of my diary. "Hey," I reply plainly. "What are you writing?" he asks. I sigh and slide him my journal.

He opens it and starts to read. "Whoa, this is deep," he says, staring at the first thing I wrote. He flipped the page to what I just wrote down and read it. He looks at me strangely and says, "I understand," he walks out of the room and winks at me.

'What does he mean?' I anxiously thought in my head. 'What does he understand?' I sigh and fall on my bed, messing with my hair.

Blossom's POV

Unfortunately, the weekend was over and I had to get ready for school. I threw on a baby-pink shirt with a red flame design in the middle,and a red, pink, and black plaid miniskirt. Under the miniskirt I wore black leggings.

I placed some red eyeshadow on my eyelids, added some black eyeliner, and put on some mascara. I threw my backpack on my shoulder. I went in my pink and black Shanghai Volkswagen and drove to school.

I see some kids in the hall freaking out about the 21st. (12/21/12) I hear some kids trying to comfort each other by saying, "death is only an illusion." Life is the illusion. They exist for a few decades, then die, and so does everyone who kept them in their memories. Do you care to know the millions that came before you? Life is nothing more than a flash, a moment, an illusion. I wonder, did I ever exist in this time?

I shake my head quickly, trying to erase this thought from my mind. I tried to cover the thought up with a comforting lie, but the depressing truth had already sank in.

For the rest of the day, I was very quiet. Until I saw Tristan and Felicity. "I love you," they said to each other. Felicity walked up to me a few minutes later. "Hey, friend!" she said.

A couple moments later, Blow walked down the hall with Buttercup. "Ugh, I hate you two," Then, without warning, I started to spit out words as if they were rap verses. I couldn't help myself, it just all came out.

"You use the words friend, love, and hate so freely! You're confusing love with how hot someone is, or how high their popularity is! You use the word hate to describe something that displeases or angers you! All those people you call friends? That fake friendship will fall apart over the years, since your 'stud' boyfriend was caught making out with Kandi!"

Felicity gasped. I was drawing a crowd. "Your words have their own warped and twisted meaning! When you say there is no words to describe how you feel?There are! You just abuse them beyond recognition!"

Felicity walked near me. "WHAT?!" she was two seconds away from smacking me, but I grabbed her hand and twisted her arm. "OW!" she screamed. When she got up, she weakly punched me. I get real close to her, and hit her multiple times. Now she's gets up and kicks me real hard. I choke-slam her, and she gasps for air.

I walk out of the room, hoping not to draw any more attention.