• Since that night...That dreary night my little suburb turned into a nightmare i've been...A monster? ... Heh... That man...That man in my dreams how could he look me in the eye that night And still kill my father right in front of me! The b*****d! He wanted me to watch. He's SICK! I had that same dream last night. Everyone i recently meet.Screaming, Crying , its always so bloody too. Why? I TRY and be nice but all i can do is sit and watch as my life Unravels. IM 13 FOR GODS SAKE! They dont talk to me. I guess its better than them making fun of me? Right? i have a guess at WHY they dont talk to me. My eyes are grey. They change colors when im mad. The school sends me to the office often because were my eyes used to be a choclate brown Turn Dark blood red when im mad. Right now... im sitting in the office for bringing my freddy claws to school. God there not even sharp!!!
    "AVRIL!"
    "huh?"
    apparently she'd been calling my name for the last 10 minutes.
    "what ms.parsly?"
    "You may go into the priciples office now."
    As i walked into the room of a thousand miss priss tears i could hear the receptionest say under her breath "damned punk". "b***h" i said under my own breath. Im not sure if she heard me but i did get a death stare from the man walking down the hallway into the same room im going to damn this isent good. As i walked down the peach halls i read the "motivational posters" They really suck though. Like one of them says
    "push...It'll get you anywere exept a door that says pull!"
    Like THATS suppose to be funny? i said to myself. And turned left at the oak door to my doom.
    "so miss ... avril is it?
    Like she doesnt know my name, im in here twice a week for a fight i didnt even start OR even participate in for that matter!!! I just CHOOSE not to say anything back. Or else its called "talking back" i mean they preach that you should stand up for what you believe. Well i believe i didnt ******** do it!
    "AVRIL...avril hunny you there?"
    "oh umm yah sorry ms.Gallegos"
    "okay hun take a seat ill be back in a few mr.rendell here will be...helping you."
    As she left i could see this REALLY wasent good. She looked...Relieved? what the fu-
    my thoughts were emmediatly cut off by mr.Rendell saying something that completely stopped me short of breath.
    "So how long have you been playing with knives? Since that man...trent tackell was it, murdered your family?"
    "my whole world." i replied quite darkly i must say though. It such a hoot watching there face when they think your serious!!
    "well im so-" i cut him off quickly with my dubious laughter. He was burning holes right throw me but i sooo didnt care! He actually believed THAT? really!?
    "so this is all a SICK JOKE to you huh?" he said quite nonchalantly for how mad i knew he was.
    "hey if you cant laugh at yourself who can ya laugh at mista?" i replied with a sneer. he wants to play games with me. Ohhh how i will "play" back.
    He looked about fed up with me so i figured id get to the point of why hes here, no matter how much i wish i could of put it off now.
    "so whatcha gettin' at mister?" i asked irritated.
    "i want to know if you've let go." he asked. that sentence THAT SENTENCE ... oh how it got to me! I couldnt for the life of me tell you why now but i felt the sudden urge to kick.his.a**. I broke off from my chair sending it flying into the door behind me.
    "IF YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE IM 13 I WONT KICK.YOUR.a**? WELL SI-"
    "AVRIL!!" the principle came storming in sending the chair i had knocked in front of the door into the back of my calf.
    "********!" i screamed as the pain surged threw my entire leg.