1,532This chapter is thanks to icewolf9 who threatened to bombard with emails until I updated. -sigh- I really should do something about her - she's too violent for her own good.
So yeah, I was going to leave it a couple of days for a change (I'm a really quick updater btw) but yeah.
rrmehta364 Thank ye for your review! Yeah, when I read some of I scratch my head too. Lol. Thanks for the review!
Icewolf9 I may have to lock you in a little box. At some point in the future. Yeah. Glad you like it though, hope you didn't mind me using the text messages, I meant to ask you about that. Oops. Sorry mi amigo! I can honestly say that was the longest Email I've ever gotten in my life!
Oriel Vaughn Thanks for reviewing, glad you like the story! Yeah, I did look through the grammar before I posted it, but thought it got the voice across better the way it was. Thanks for reviewing!
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Chapter Two
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
That's the noise I made when I woke up this morning. Exactly like that. Yep.
Greeeeeaaaaaaaatttt. College. That was my first thought, after making a mental note to keep my mouth shut when I wake up.
Don't get me wrong, I like college. Well. Yeah. No, it's not that bad. I only have philosophy and psychology today. I will have to find a proper way of keeping my mind in my head, because it keeps trying to tempt me away from the teacher. It's very persuasive. Our conversations go something like this:
Mind: Come on, you know you want to…Me: I want to what?
Mind: You know that boy walking past the window-Me: What boy!? (Turns head and almost breaks her neck and decapitates classmates head all in one. Quite an achievement.)
Mind: Hahahahahahahaha. Don't be a mongoose. Of course there's no boy out there.
Me: (Ignores mind)
Mind: Oh come on, you know you want to run away with me… (Smiles seductively)
Me: Nu-uh. (Sticks out tongue)
Mind: Ooh look, she's bringing a sheet around.
Me: (Looks at sheet, which has been conveniently placed directly before her face. Reads.)
Mind: Can you imagine a giraffe ice-skating?Me: What!?
Mind: Oh come on, I'm bored already.
Me: I'm trying to concentrate on this very important sheet.
Mind: Oh yeah?Me: Yeah.
Mind: what's it about?
Me: umm…
Mind: HahahahahahaMe: It's something to do with…
Mind: HahahahahahahahahahahaMe: It's about … (Looks quickly down) Questionnaires! It's about questionnaires.
Mind: You cheated! I'm dust-gusted!
Me: You're what?
Mind: Dust-gusted. You know, horrified, shocked…Me: Disgusted?
Mind: Yes. Dust-gusted. You're such a possum.
Me: (Hears name from teacher and tries to avoid answering question using the words 'possum' 'giraffe' 'ice-skating' or 'dust-gusted')
Mind: HahahahahahaThat's what it's like. I promise. No jokes. I am constantly at war with my mind, andit wins most of the time.
I managed to get through the day without losing my socks or misdirecting any lost polar bears, and the train conveniently stopped exactly where I wanted to get off, which always amazes me.
I raided the kitchen. Well, I say raided. There is stuff left. Not much food, but I left the pots and pans to their own devices. I should probably hide the acres of empty food packets who are mourning the losses of their little edible pals. Aww, I feel sorry for them now. I will have to find some way of consoling them.
My bedroom is tidy! I walked in and it took me a while to find my bearings! I mean, there were no piles of clothes or books to navigate by. It's what it would be like for a sailor if all the stars disappeared! I have a sneaking suspicion they don't really navigate by the stars, I reckon it's just a strange rumour they spread to confuse their arch-nemesises. Who are the arch-nemesises of sailors anyway?
Yeah, I'd forgotten that I tidied my bedroom yesterday! When I finally escaped from the bed of doom. He's mad at me now, and won't let me get comfortable. I may have to console him too. Maybe I could organise a little party for the bed of doom and the little food packets. I'm sure Matilda would help me. She'd make a good host actually.
Oh, by the way, Matilda is a toothpick. You know those little wooden toothpicks? Yeah, she's one of those. She has yellow woollen pigtails and a blu-tack nose, and little wire legs, and a yellow and white skirt, and a little doll with green cotton-wool hair. She's a product of my mind, when I lose control of it, and it takes over my hands. She has friends (Matilda does), who live elsewhere. Alberto and Francis. They live round Felicity's house. She takes good care of them.
Felicity is … how do I describe her? She's … Ah, I have a way. She is the one who sent me the text message. She shares my madness. Or, as she puts it, she puts up with my affliction.
I have had an amazing idea. I am going to make up an address, something ridiculous, and turn these strange musings there. Just to see what happens. I like to do this like that. Yes. Okay, I will think of a funny address and post them there tonight.
Yes. Anyway, my mind is dancing around excitedly and babbling something about cherries and green Spanish rugs, so I must go. TTFN!
What do you think? Again (Can't believe I'm admitting this) a lot of this is real! Matilda is real, she sits on a shelf above my desk. Felicity is a mixed up jumble of a few of my friends (You know who you are!) Hehe. I'll update soon if I get any peace! (Icewolf - grrrrr!)
Groovy.