by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm doing, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, angst, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day 24: After the End of the World (aka grades…)
*sigh* I just can't win. Got my journal back… C. A fucking 'C'. I've never received a 'C' before in my entire school career. The Psycho Bitch from Hell said my journal lacked a personal voice. That I didn't fully complete many of the assignments, that while my spelling, vocabulary, and grammar were excellent… there was no spirit to the work. And the kicker… it's obvious I did not take this project seriously and devote the proper time and attention to it!
Can you believe it?! The only reason I got that damn 'C' is cause of everything I had to fucking take out of the original! Arrrrrgh! It's not fair! So now I stuck doing this damn journal for another two weeks to see if I can 'find my personal voice'. I have a personal voice, thank you very much. It's called cynical, apathetic teenager! At least, that's what I try to portray.
What am I going to do? Brad's gonna want to see my grades as soon as he gets home. He gets pissed over 'B's… what the Hell is he going to do to me for a 'C'? Even if it isn't my fault. How can I keep this journal and make everybody happy? If I tell the truth… Brad will shoot me. If I don't… Ms. Bitch will get on my back again. *groan* I'm getting a headache.
No, really a big one. Fuck! Just what I DON'T need right now, a damn stress headache. At least it isn't a migraine… yet, wouldn't surprise me; Murphy seems to be my close personal friend today. Farf's off on one of his 'I'm gonna hurt God' kicks again. In other words… sanity is NOT in the building. Schu doesn't understand how much that 'C' bothers me. He just said, 'Well kid (I hate that), win some lose some.' Yeah, I'm gonna lose some skin when Brad gets home. At least Omi was sympathetic. He should be, he helped me edit the damn thing! He knows how much I had to just cut. But he can't come see me; he has to work the afternoon-evening shift today.
My life really sucks! School sucks! My family sucks! My 'job' sucks! My love life… is actually pretty good right now. Provided I'm not grounded from now till I'm 80 for this stupid assignment! Just when everything was looking up… WHAM! Beat the boy back down again.
Goody… I just heard Brad come in. Schu's talking to him… shit! That asshole. He told Brad I got my grades and was sulking in my room. SULKING?! I'll figure out a way to get you back, Slut! And that would be Brad at the door…
Okay, I'm still alive. Brad wasn't happy, but he understood. At least he RESPECTS my right to privacy and didn't ask to see it. You know, I never thought of it before… but he really does respect my privacy. Unless I'm endangering myself or Schwarz. Hmm… that's more consideration than he gives Schu and certainly Farf. All I have to do now is figure out a way to survive the next two weeks of journal writing without crucifying myself…
I want a new life. -Nagi