The Bathhouse

The girls from my lunch table and I were breaking CDs into small pieces in order to make something magnificent. At first we thought we were breaking up mirrors. For what we were working on, the only thing that would work would be mirror shards. In some time one of the girls pointed this out to me.

We were infuriated that all the time we spent on the platform was wasted on something completely inadequate. The girls disappeared into thin air, as they always seem to do. We're never together very long so it was probably a good time for them to vanish.

After this moment I found myself in the bathhouse, I was naked and just freshly bathed. I passed another person entering into the showers as I exited. It was Aaren.

As I was half-way through the main area that preceded the showers I had an overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't be naked. This wasn't until after I had passed Reg who was on his way into the showers, butt naked. He stood there in all of his glory, perfectly toned. We exchanged words for a minute in a flirtatious way yet it wasn't uncomfortable even though we were both naked.

As I passed him my clothes came on me, naturally. The exit had no door, and exited in what seemed to be a school hallway or maybe a corridor to the community center. I saw myself walking out and exiting to the left into the empty corridor.

I ran into Monsieur Colt. He had been previously involved in other chapters of my life, but had yet to specifically victimize me.

I have never seen his face nor have I ever seen the aftermath of his visits. He stabbed me in the lower stomach. He knew what he was doing since the whole world seemed to stay silent. He dragged me across the floor with my head under his arm and his hand over my mouth. He promptly came up behind Reg and dug the dagger into his lower stomach.

The man that Reg is, was not the Reg that I saw here. He was weak and helpless. Monsieur Colt didn't want to kill his victims. I think he wanted to keep them, but that is unknown to me. He had dropped me down, lying on the floor disabled next to Reg.

He headed into the showers where Aaren would make his first encounter with him. I couldn't do anything to help. I was even too emotionally paralyzed to cry or scream. I only frowned in misery.

The ending may have been reluctant. Perhaps Aaren escaped and we were all rescued. Or maybe I'm just naive.

Oh, School

Last Friday grades closed for the 5-week progress report. Yesterday, teachers revealed grades to students.

I knew I was doing well in every class but Chemistry. I haven't don't a single assignment in these past 5-weeks. I knew I would be failing, but I didn't really give a shit because I knew I could turn the grade around. Well I found out that I have a 19--yes, that's out of 100.

I have never in my life failed a class on a report card, but failing on a progress report never gets back to colleges, THANK GOODNESS. I'm going to get a 91 on the report card. I did first quarter.

My teacher, who is the most outrageously ridiculous woman I've ever met, freaked out because so many people were failing. She was saying hot disappointed she was in us and blah blah blah. You're the teacher, clearly you're doing something wrong too.

Anyways, she loves a good joke, and instead of explaining the notes she prefers to tell us stories of her daughter's friend, and she stupid-ass husband. She flirts with Reg, the captain of the wrestling team, like it's her job. Reg and all of his friends make fun of her, and she tries to make fun back, and be cool. She's bizarre to begin with, with her over sized polo shirts, 80's do, black moccasins, and her speech impediment.

I'm just going to work, I needed a break that's all. I have a fool-proof strategy, so I don't really care. I'm going to be staying after school with my friend Marilyn a few days a week since her mom is making her.

"I know that I must pass this test, so just pull the trigger."