it?”
I smirked. My pleasant behaviour was already flying out the window. There was nothing I could do to hold back. It was just a waiting game for when I was going to burst.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
"Screw you,” I said. My head found its resting place on the table again. I was tired. And when you were tired, it was normal to rest. But for some reason, there was no amount of rest that could solve the kind of tired I had going on in my system. It was the kind that required a complete shutdown or reset, and at that point, I was ready to just be broken in half.
From what it sounded like, I had done something wrong. People behind me were whispering and giggling after my freedom of speech. Apparently I was the first person to test the waters. Next thing I heard were footsteps across the room and the classroom door being opened and shut.
The whispers grew louder.
“She’s actually crazy.”
I wasn’t crazy. I was tired. I was so tired that I was comfortable resting my eyes in a room full of strangers, and telling an old man to screw off. It was stupid, and I knew it was stupid, and when you did things you knew were stupid, you had issues that anyone could point out right away.
The door re-opened. And I was aware that footsteps were quick and headed right for me. I stayed completely still and anticipated being yelled at—maybe being punched in the back. Something violent where I could fall on the floor and lay there and make a great scene.
No one hit me.
Instead, someone pulled me up out of my seat. It was just as exciting. I ripped my arm from the counsellors grasp. When I looked at him I realized it was Avril. Just behind me, Burrito Eater wrapped his freckled arms around me and lifted me off the ground.
I kicked at Avril. For a couple seconds he couldn’t get a hold of my flailing limbs. Everyone was screaming and hollering, and it would have almost been exciting if it wasn’t happening to me. It was another scene I would’ve liked to see someone else act out.
Avril eventually got a hold of my legs and lifted my bottom half up. I didn't want them taking me back to solitary confinement. I couldn't handle more time in there. They began to walk my kicking and swearing body out of the room. It was so different than last time when I had let it all happen. This time I had an audience I needed to scare. I wanted everyone to know not to mess with me.
“Get her out of here,” Larry yelled.
I thrashed even harder against the men just to show the residents and Larry that I wasn’t there to get well. It was just a crazy display of the girl who was where she needed to be. But that wasn’t the case in my head. I was fine, bored even, and it was something to do. And just as I was leaving through the door, satisfied with my moment, I made eye contact with the last boy in the row. He had a buzz cut, bushy eyebrows, and two black eyes.
“You’re exhausting,” he said.
I went limp.
Avril and Burrito Eater took me out of the classroom. The scene was over and I didn’t care about it anymore. I was back to being dead because someone had snapped me out of it. Told me I wasn’t actually all that wild—just annoying and desperate.
There was a chair in the hallway. It had no arms, and when they put me in it, I stayed completely still. I felt like a statue and I stared at the wall across from me. It was cement.
Larry came out of the classroom minutes later. I could still hear the video playing. I felt his eyes on me but I stayed looking at the wall. For a cement wall, it sure had a lot of dents.
“I know a month seems like a long time, but it will seem even longer if you don’t pick up your feet and do something with yourself while you’re here.”
I kept my eyes forward. It was a lot to take in.
“I see how it is.”
I smiled. “What? I’m being obedient.”
“Don’t be a smartass. You’re not a kid. You’re here because you need help. This place isn’t summer camp.”
“Actually,
I smirked. My pleasant behaviour was already flying out the window. There was nothing I could do to hold back. It was just a waiting game for when I was going to burst.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
"Screw you,” I said. My head found its resting place on the table again. I was tired. And when you were tired, it was normal to rest. But for some reason, there was no amount of rest that could solve the kind of tired I had going on in my system. It was the kind that required a complete shutdown or reset, and at that point, I was ready to just be broken in half.
From what it sounded like, I had done something wrong. People behind me were whispering and giggling after my freedom of speech. Apparently I was the first person to test the waters. Next thing I heard were footsteps across the room and the classroom door being opened and shut.
The whispers grew louder.
“She’s actually crazy.”
I wasn’t crazy. I was tired. I was so tired that I was comfortable resting my eyes in a room full of strangers, and telling an old man to screw off. It was stupid, and I knew it was stupid, and when you did things you knew were stupid, you had issues that anyone could point out right away.
The door re-opened. And I was aware that footsteps were quick and headed right for me. I stayed completely still and anticipated being yelled at—maybe being punched in the back. Something violent where I could fall on the floor and lay there and make a great scene.
No one hit me.
Instead, someone pulled me up out of my seat. It was just as exciting. I ripped my arm from the counsellors grasp. When I looked at him I realized it was Avril. Just behind me, Burrito Eater wrapped his freckled arms around me and lifted me off the ground.
I kicked at Avril. For a couple seconds he couldn’t get a hold of my flailing limbs. Everyone was screaming and hollering, and it would have almost been exciting if it wasn’t happening to me. It was another scene I would’ve liked to see someone else act out.
Avril eventually got a hold of my legs and lifted my bottom half up. I didn't want them taking me back to solitary confinement. I couldn't handle more time in there. They began to walk my kicking and swearing body out of the room. It was so different than last time when I had let it all happen. This time I had an audience I needed to scare. I wanted everyone to know not to mess with me.
“Get her out of here,” Larry yelled.
I thrashed even harder against the men just to show the residents and Larry that I wasn’t there to get well. It was just a crazy display of the girl who was where she needed to be. But that wasn’t the case in my head. I was fine, bored even, and it was something to do. And just as I was leaving through the door, satisfied with my moment, I made eye contact with the last boy in the row. He had a buzz cut, bushy eyebrows, and two black eyes.
“You’re exhausting,” he said.
I went limp.
Avril and Burrito Eater took me out of the classroom. The scene was over and I didn’t care about it anymore. I was back to being dead because someone had snapped me out of it. Told me I wasn’t actually all that wild—just annoying and desperate.
There was a chair in the hallway. It had no arms, and when they put me in it, I stayed completely still. I felt like a statue and I stared at the wall across from me. It was cement.
Larry came out of the classroom minutes later. I could still hear the video playing. I felt his eyes on me but I stayed looking at the wall. For a cement wall, it sure had a lot of dents.
“I know a month seems like a long time, but it will seem even longer if you don’t pick up your feet and do something with yourself while you’re here.”
I kept my eyes forward. It was a lot to take in.
“I see how it is.”
I smiled. “What? I’m being obedient.”
“Don’t be a smartass. You’re not a kid. You’re here because you need help. This place isn’t summer camp.”
“Actually,
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