Yeah yeah I'm off by a day... Sorry, I got a text friday from a coworker asking me to take a 4-10pm for him because his grandpa was hospitalized I got home at 10 feeling like a zombie and fell asleep.

I shoot up and look around to find… my room how quaint. I groan and wonder why now of all times was a good time to go insane I mean I am only halfway through high school and my brain just decides to go off the deep end. I jump when I hear *BZZZT*BZZZT* stupid alarm I smack it and say don't you start talking back to me too.

Great now I get to go to the O so great concept of high school. I roll out of bed and throw on my shorts and T-shirt before clomping down the stairs and start the morning routine of eating some random breakfast item and slowly coming alive to face the crappy version of school that the gov't seems to think is effective.

I grab my keys and wallet before saying my goodbyes to my parents (Iz isn't awake yet) and heading out to my car. I drive off to make the one stop of the school day, at my friend's house. His name is Nick I am not going to lie he is quite weird, he is about 5'11" he has curly brown hair and dresses like he gives no shits about what you think, which is kind of true as far as his personality. He is an avid gamer and lives and breathes for the reason that there will be videogames at the end of the day. I'm not sure how this adds up to what it does but he is kind of a ladies man while at the same time he doesn't even try to be, this pisses me off to no avail but I digress…

I pull up to his house and honk, he stumbles out of his house looking like he just woke up, which he probably just did. "Sup bitch" he says when he gets in," Not much dickhead." I reply we both grin and I tear off down the street on our way to the hellhole we call school.

When we get there we both walk up to the school, but I stop before we go in, I take a deep breath worrying I'm going to have a breakdown in the middle of the school. Nick looks at me kind of funny and says "You ok? You've been acting kind of weird lately." I turn to him and say "What are you a head doctor?" he just grunts, "Good I've been needing a blowjob." I start laughing at his face as we head inside.

We walk along the halls cracking rude jokes all the way to the cafeteria where we sit down. The mood kind of falls out as we both sit and think, hopefully about different things.

"Hey…" he asks,

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure-"

We're both interrupted when a book bag slams down on the table,

"Sup dicks?" a girl asks.

She is about 5'6" and has shoulder length curly blonde hair, she wears a pair of skinny jeans with a loose black and white shirt. Her chocolate brown eyes bore into us both through her glasses with a friendly intensity.

"Hey Sage," I say with a smile, "Nick over here is trying to give me head advice, since he's so experienced."

Nick sputters and tries to recover from my jab to his pride, but Sage swoops in for the kill, "Dammit Nick, how many time have I told you to stop hanging out around the gay bars!?"

Conversation in the cafeteria falls to a sudden halt, with the exception of my laughing.

"Wait! What!? No! You heard the wrong part!" Nick sputters trying to explain to the crowd gathered around the cafeteria, but he's saved by the bell. Noise returns as everyone moves to get to their respective classes, I say goodbye to my friends and we break apart, Sage with a big smile on her face and Nick with a flushed face.

And so this continues for the next five periods as I fight back boredom and try not to sleep through classes that I know all the material to already. It feels like a miracle when the bell rings once more signaling lunch, "I'm assigning page 356 1-38 in your pre-calc book for tomorrow!" The teacher yells over the din of the retreating students.

I grab my books and shove them back in my bag and sling it over my shoulder and follow the crowd. Along the way Sage slides up next to me and we walk to lunch, where Nick is undoubtedly waiting.

"So anything interesting happen?" I ask

"Not really, just a new student." She replies.

I give her a go on motion to signal my mild interest,

"He's a senior and acts like he owns the place, apparently has a rich daddy and that means that he controls all of us peasants." She says offhandedly, heh one of them. "He give you any trouble?" I ask.

She makes a face but remains silent, it's all the answer I need, "That bad?" I inquire. She mulls it over before caving, "He's got it in his head that since I'm blonde I must be dumb and think with my genitals instead of using the brain that he clearly lacks." She says, grumpily, as we walk into the cafeteria and grab a tray.

Nick walks up with a disgruntled look on and joins our little train, Sage takes one look at him and says "You met dickhead too?" He scrunches up his face like he had a pile of shit dropped in his lap before nodding.

I slide into the pasta bar and grab some spaghetti with a white and meat sauce mix before checking out. We all flop down at a round table in the back corner of the cafeteria before digging in, "So…What did Mr. I've got money so far up my ass when you shake me I rattle like a piggy bank do to you Nick?" I ask him, "You look like someone pissed in your cereal without the decency to call it natural flavoring."

Nick just sits there and stubbornly and refuses to talk, instead chewing on his cheese pizza. Out of the corner of my eye I notice someone coming towards us, but I ignore it as it's not that important. "Well will he have to be dealt with or is he just another cog in the machine?" I ask my small group.

"I would surely hope that I need to be dealt with."

I turn and find a guy about 5'11" and wow… everything about this guy screams douche, from his douchey shoes to his douchey bleach blonde hair and Ray Bans. He turns to Sage, "Hey babe, I'm still waiting on that number you owe me."

God damn this guy pisses me off, I decide to poke at him and see if he has any weak points. "I'll cover the payment for her" I pat my pockets as if I'm looking for something, "Oh… I must have left my wallet at your mom's house last night, you can have it call it a 'goodwill' present." I say in a bored tone. His face flushes crimson as he reaches for a comeback, "Says the one who looks like he needs a life."

I give a malicious grin "You actually fell for that shit!? Don't you know that you always die at the end of those?"

His face gets even redder " Do you even know who I am?"

My grin gets wider and I raise my voice "Oh Yeah! You're the guy that I had to direct to the gay bar!"

If he turns any redder I think we will be able to use his face to toast marshmellows "And why would you know that? Are you a fag too?"

"I think you would think that you would know better than anyone else since you were the one biting the pillow the other night."

Then he loses it, he lets out a primal roar and takes a swing. I take the tray that I had steadily been emptying throughout our conversation and whip it up to catch his clumsy blow on the backside. He winces and draws back, I egg him on "What you losing to the one with no life?" He growls and takes a wide swing for the side of my head. I just slide my chair back and deliver an unnoticeable elbow to his crotch causing him to keel over with his head near mine.

I lean over and whisper in his ear "If you ever flirt, hell if you ever even look at Sage ever again I will NOT hesitate to castrate the pathetic thing you call a cock with a rusty fucking spoon, I will then nail it to your forehead with railroad spikes and rename you 'Dicky the Unicorn.'" My blue eyes bore deep into his shit brown ones, "You got me!?" He frantically nods before backing away and almost sprinting away from our secluded table.

I lean back in my chair and slide back up to the table. "I think that has been taken care of." I say with a small grin, they just smile in return.

Later…

I'm in the basement using the small exercise area that we have there. It's not much to look at, just a few punching bags with a bench and some free weights. I spend most of the time with the speakers on, drilling punches.

*Thwack* I hit the bag with a jab *Thwack*Thwack* jab cross, I swing my foot up and smash a roundhouse into it. It swings off kilter for a second before slowly tipping the rest of the way to the ground with a flop. I sigh and pick up the bag and set it straight again, someone clears their throat and I turn to see my mom behind me "Something you want to talk about?" she asks.

"No." I say continuing to drill some punches into the bag

"You sure?" she asks.

"Yes." I know my vocabulary is enormous right?

"Well if you do I will be making dinner."

With that she walked off to do that leaving Izzi behind. Izzi just stood there and gave me a look "What?" I said "You're hiding something, I'm going to find out what." And with that she walks off to do just that. I sigh, she is too smart for her own good. I turn and finish my drills my heart not really in it anymore.

A little bit later I finish up and go upstairs passing by my mom who is making dinner, enchiladas, and go up another set of stairs before stripping off my clothes and getting in the shower. I let out yet another sigh as the hot water works the knots out of my muscles… hey if I'm not in an insane asylum yet the day went better than I expected. With a rueful smile I get out and turn the water off before toweling off throwing some clothes on and heading downstairs already smelling the enchiladas awaiting.

Half of a very filling hour later I say my goodnights and go up to my room and boot up the trusty laptop I have. I go through the various emails I have and do some web surfing before settling on some YouTube. Sometime later I feel my eyes start to close and I fight it off, but it is a losing battle and after I fight it off for a short period before it finally claims me.

I slowly come to my senses and notice that I'm back in the small cave that I usually dream of, I look around for that spidery tentacle bullshit that I always have to look for but find nothing.

"Looking for me?"

I start and whip around expecting to see the black form that usually beats my ass, but instead I find –

"A horse? What?"

Before me is the bright white glowing outline of a unicorn, it's mane flows in a erethreal wind along with its tail and a horn sticks a good foot and a half out of its head. Its eyes also glow white, but are visible due to the fact that they have they have a slight black outline. It is tall enough to look me in the eye if it stands at its full height,

"I'm definitely losing my mind." I tell it, "Not only am I dreaming up unicorn things, but I'm talking to them too."

It gives me a quizzical look then talks "Not quite the welcoming that I was expecting." It then begins to walk around me seeming to study me. "Hmm, not quite the muscle I was expecting, but the firepower should make up for it." It says standing up to its full height (nearly poking my in the eye in to process)

"Excuse me?" I ask. It just stares at me for a period before speaking once again,

"You will have to choose, I wish you the best of luck."

Quickly enough I am shook out of my stupor by a shudder within the dreamscape, it repeats before I feel something. I would call it someone walking over my grave. It worries me even more, but soon enough the dream shakes itself apart but not before I hear her words again "You will have to make your choice." I shoot awake in my bed gasping for air. My eyes fly around the room scanning for danger. Once sure the room was safe I relaxed and settled in ready to return to the clutches of sleep I get that same feeling, that walking over my grave, and just as I do…

A scream pierces the eerie calm of the house… it was Izzi.