Chapter Two
Okay, so the first part of my day went horribly, but what's to say about the rest? After all, I still had Rhonda to look forward to.
Ah, Rhonda. Rhonda is the rich, popular, somewhat snotty girl that sits in front of me. At least, that's what she is to everyone else, and maybe even to herself. But I know that deep down, she's more than that.
Rhonda is beautiful. She has short, black hair and lovely brown eyes. Rhonda wears "all the latest" brands, but I don't notice. Most of the time, she doesn't even notice I exist, but on rare occasions she'll actually insult me!
But I don't like Rhonda. Girls are gross, and I wouldn't be caught DEAD kissing a girl. Why would I like Rhonda? I mean, she's everything I hate in a person: rich, popular, and conceited.
Of course I don't like her. That's crazy talk.
"I have gum in my pants! Want some?" I offered generously, pulling one out and handing it out to her, waiting for her to accept it.
Rhonda's eyebrows furrowed and she held her hands out, motioning me away and pushing the gum back toward me.
"Uh…no thanks, Curly," she said, somewhat disturbed.
What was she so upset about? I looked at the gum in confusion, shrugged, and threw a piece in my mouth. After a moment of chewing I decided nothing was wrong and Rhonda just must not like gum.
"Class, I have a special announcement! It seems as though the school therapist, Dr. Bliss, has decided to pay us another visit. Please, don't be intimidated by her presence; act as you normally do. Okay! Now we'll start our lesson on the Aztecs! Please open your books to page 374 and we'll begin," Simmons announced.
I glanced at the newcomer in contempt, deeply dissatisfied with the circumstances. A shrink? We're kids, we don't need shrinks!
I noticed that Dr. Bliss had locked eyes with another student for a moment, but quickly averted them so as to not be suspected. I turned to see who the kid was and spotted Helga throwing yet another spit wad at Arnold. If Helga was actually getting sessions with this psychologist, it really wasn't helping any.
Simmons received a group groan in response before everyone brought out their text books. I looked around the room and raised my hand.
"Uh, yes, Curly?" Simmons inquired of me.
I dropped my hand and stood up to speak.
"I ate my history book," I announced, receiving a dead silence and an array of eyes fixated on me.
What was their problem? Oh, yes, now I remembered. I'd just preached my insanity.
"That's…nice, Curly. Please sit down," Simmons replied, apparently bothered by my outburst.
Why did I do that just now? It made no sense. Did I want to be humiliated?
Wait, no. That's why I started doing this in the first place, wasn't it?
"Not the only reason why, Curly," a voice came out of nowhere.
"Quiet, Thaddeous!" I shouted at my nemesis.
"You think you can get rid of me that easy? You know better than that, Curly. I'm a part of you. I am you. You can't get rid of me."
I plugged my ears and fell to my knees on the floor, my eyes closed tightly in my effort to block out the sound of my adversary's taunting me.
"I control you. I own you. You are my puppet, my toy. Look at you, at everything you've done! All at my command, with no understanding of how or why," my rival mused.
"Shut up!" I screamed, thrashing at the air insanely.
"Look around you! They're all staring at you! Do you really want them to see you like this? They know you're insane, but do they know the depths of your insanity?" he remarked disdainfully.
I opened my eyes to find exactly as I'd been advised I would. I'd definitely caught Dr. Bliss's attention now. Great.
I saw the shrink lean over and whisper something to Simmons, all the while eyeing me in concern. I sighed and took a seat again, acting as though nothing had happened. Maybe if I pretended it didn't happen, they'd all think it was just in their heads…
Yeah, right.
"Uh…Curly, are you okay?" Arnold asked kindly.
Oh, yes, Arnold. Just a nice, good guy. One of the few left in the world. A trustworthy guy, I could count on him for help if necessary.
Of course this time I really didn't want his help. I'd just totally flipped out in front of everyone. What was I thinking?
"Yes, yes, I'm fine!" I hissed. I buried my head in my hands and sighed in frustration. "I'm…fine," I muttered, losing strength to withhold my cover any longer.
I'm sure a lot of people wonder what it's like to be insane. Of course none of them would dare to ask. That is exactly how I like it.
If the question were to be arised, though, I would deny their accusation completely.
"I'm not crazy, I'm angry!"
I've been telling myself that for years, and I'd probably tell anyone else that if asked. But I know I'm just kidding myself. I know that it's not just anger anymore. That over the years I've grown so accustomed to the mask of insanity that I couldn't take it off.
Did they know? Did the others see it? The pain, the anguish, this secret that I hide? Well, actually, it's really not that much of a secret. They already suspect. But they don't know, oh no, they don't realize just how bad it is.
Out of the corner of my eye I scrutinized Dr. Bliss. What were her intentions?
It appeared as though I would soon find out.
Author's Note: Okay, there's chapter 2! I'm working towards the plot now. I imagine the next chapter will be on Curly's visit with Dr. Bliss, because I think it's pretty obvious that he'll be having one. Anyway, r&r!
Okay, so the first part of my day went horribly, but what's to say about the rest? After all, I still had Rhonda to look forward to.
Ah, Rhonda. Rhonda is the rich, popular, somewhat snotty girl that sits in front of me. At least, that's what she is to everyone else, and maybe even to herself. But I know that deep down, she's more than that.
Rhonda is beautiful. She has short, black hair and lovely brown eyes. Rhonda wears "all the latest" brands, but I don't notice. Most of the time, she doesn't even notice I exist, but on rare occasions she'll actually insult me!
But I don't like Rhonda. Girls are gross, and I wouldn't be caught DEAD kissing a girl. Why would I like Rhonda? I mean, she's everything I hate in a person: rich, popular, and conceited.
Of course I don't like her. That's crazy talk.
"I have gum in my pants! Want some?" I offered generously, pulling one out and handing it out to her, waiting for her to accept it.
Rhonda's eyebrows furrowed and she held her hands out, motioning me away and pushing the gum back toward me.
"Uh…no thanks, Curly," she said, somewhat disturbed.
What was she so upset about? I looked at the gum in confusion, shrugged, and threw a piece in my mouth. After a moment of chewing I decided nothing was wrong and Rhonda just must not like gum.
"Class, I have a special announcement! It seems as though the school therapist, Dr. Bliss, has decided to pay us another visit. Please, don't be intimidated by her presence; act as you normally do. Okay! Now we'll start our lesson on the Aztecs! Please open your books to page 374 and we'll begin," Simmons announced.
I glanced at the newcomer in contempt, deeply dissatisfied with the circumstances. A shrink? We're kids, we don't need shrinks!
I noticed that Dr. Bliss had locked eyes with another student for a moment, but quickly averted them so as to not be suspected. I turned to see who the kid was and spotted Helga throwing yet another spit wad at Arnold. If Helga was actually getting sessions with this psychologist, it really wasn't helping any.
Simmons received a group groan in response before everyone brought out their text books. I looked around the room and raised my hand.
"Uh, yes, Curly?" Simmons inquired of me.
I dropped my hand and stood up to speak.
"I ate my history book," I announced, receiving a dead silence and an array of eyes fixated on me.
What was their problem? Oh, yes, now I remembered. I'd just preached my insanity.
"That's…nice, Curly. Please sit down," Simmons replied, apparently bothered by my outburst.
Why did I do that just now? It made no sense. Did I want to be humiliated?
Wait, no. That's why I started doing this in the first place, wasn't it?
"Not the only reason why, Curly," a voice came out of nowhere.
"Quiet, Thaddeous!" I shouted at my nemesis.
"You think you can get rid of me that easy? You know better than that, Curly. I'm a part of you. I am you. You can't get rid of me."
I plugged my ears and fell to my knees on the floor, my eyes closed tightly in my effort to block out the sound of my adversary's taunting me.
"I control you. I own you. You are my puppet, my toy. Look at you, at everything you've done! All at my command, with no understanding of how or why," my rival mused.
"Shut up!" I screamed, thrashing at the air insanely.
"Look around you! They're all staring at you! Do you really want them to see you like this? They know you're insane, but do they know the depths of your insanity?" he remarked disdainfully.
I opened my eyes to find exactly as I'd been advised I would. I'd definitely caught Dr. Bliss's attention now. Great.
I saw the shrink lean over and whisper something to Simmons, all the while eyeing me in concern. I sighed and took a seat again, acting as though nothing had happened. Maybe if I pretended it didn't happen, they'd all think it was just in their heads…
Yeah, right.
"Uh…Curly, are you okay?" Arnold asked kindly.
Oh, yes, Arnold. Just a nice, good guy. One of the few left in the world. A trustworthy guy, I could count on him for help if necessary.
Of course this time I really didn't want his help. I'd just totally flipped out in front of everyone. What was I thinking?
"Yes, yes, I'm fine!" I hissed. I buried my head in my hands and sighed in frustration. "I'm…fine," I muttered, losing strength to withhold my cover any longer.
I'm sure a lot of people wonder what it's like to be insane. Of course none of them would dare to ask. That is exactly how I like it.
If the question were to be arised, though, I would deny their accusation completely.
"I'm not crazy, I'm angry!"
I've been telling myself that for years, and I'd probably tell anyone else that if asked. But I know I'm just kidding myself. I know that it's not just anger anymore. That over the years I've grown so accustomed to the mask of insanity that I couldn't take it off.
Did they know? Did the others see it? The pain, the anguish, this secret that I hide? Well, actually, it's really not that much of a secret. They already suspect. But they don't know, oh no, they don't realize just how bad it is.
Out of the corner of my eye I scrutinized Dr. Bliss. What were her intentions?
It appeared as though I would soon find out.
Author's Note: Okay, there's chapter 2! I'm working towards the plot now. I imagine the next chapter will be on Curly's visit with Dr. Bliss, because I think it's pretty obvious that he'll be having one. Anyway, r&r!
