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My godsister, Katie, finally got engaged today to her boyfriend of several years, Matt. I was the first to see the ring, but I didn't say anything, because I assumed everyone already knew and hadn't told me. They do that, you know.
It's cool, though.
But also, apparently, my friend Mari's in the hospital again. Probably for the same old crap - suicidal tendencies, bipolar, whatever. It sometimes feels like no one understands her but me. That might even be true. Not a thing was wrong with her like this when she was with us. And then she went to a different high school and everything just went downhill, and it feels like I'm the only one who sees that she needs friends. And she doesn't have them in that hellhole they call a high school.
I don't know what happened this time, but the hospital won't help. It didn't help last time, either. Nothing's going to help but us, but they can't see that. She doesn't need a shrink, she needs us. And every year we all spend in different schools is another year that tears us apart.
There used to be eight.
Now it's one plus one plus one et cetera.
Mom's on the phone again, telling everyone about the engagement. I'm sure Katie would rather tell everyone herself. Bah.
Anyway, is it wrong that I find my own writing funny? Or is that a good sign?
Because, you see, Justin is remarkably philosophical. He figured that the way to cure a sugar high was to feed the victim the opposite of sugar, which is salt. This turned Sarael into a neurotic psycho, and so Justin countered it with pepper, which just made the angel ill. He had to go have a lie-down. The bad part about this is that, while thus not in control of his powers (but when is an angel ever in control of his powers?), Sarael accidentally caused the tree in Justin's yard to spontaneously combust, in a manner of speaking. This did not make Justin happy. The flames wouldn't go out and couldn't be convinced to jump onto something less noticeable. Within a few hours, all the scientists from the university were down studying it. The yard was roped off. Justin, that idiot brother of his, and the angel were forced to stay at a hotel that night, and Justin forgot his essay for English in his room, and after they left the scientists wouldn't let him back in, so Justin got a failing grade because the teacher didn't believe his excuse.
I dunno, I thought it was funny last night. Then again, maybe I was just tired last night. Whatever.
ETA: "Chaos. Don't you love it? Chaos is like darkness. People are blind in it. And then, in the sudden light, in the sudden order and calm, they realize that while they were running in circles screaming, you were setting them up for the fall. It happened in Eden, slightly modified, of course. In Eden, they hadn't yet learned how to scream." I love Tyriel. I can't believe I gave up on this story. Why did I do that?!
It's cool, though.
But also, apparently, my friend Mari's in the hospital again. Probably for the same old crap - suicidal tendencies, bipolar, whatever. It sometimes feels like no one understands her but me. That might even be true. Not a thing was wrong with her like this when she was with us. And then she went to a different high school and everything just went downhill, and it feels like I'm the only one who sees that she needs friends. And she doesn't have them in that hellhole they call a high school.
I don't know what happened this time, but the hospital won't help. It didn't help last time, either. Nothing's going to help but us, but they can't see that. She doesn't need a shrink, she needs us. And every year we all spend in different schools is another year that tears us apart.
There used to be eight.
Now it's one plus one plus one et cetera.
Mom's on the phone again, telling everyone about the engagement. I'm sure Katie would rather tell everyone herself. Bah.
Anyway, is it wrong that I find my own writing funny? Or is that a good sign?
Because, you see, Justin is remarkably philosophical. He figured that the way to cure a sugar high was to feed the victim the opposite of sugar, which is salt. This turned Sarael into a neurotic psycho, and so Justin countered it with pepper, which just made the angel ill. He had to go have a lie-down. The bad part about this is that, while thus not in control of his powers (but when is an angel ever in control of his powers?), Sarael accidentally caused the tree in Justin's yard to spontaneously combust, in a manner of speaking. This did not make Justin happy. The flames wouldn't go out and couldn't be convinced to jump onto something less noticeable. Within a few hours, all the scientists from the university were down studying it. The yard was roped off. Justin, that idiot brother of his, and the angel were forced to stay at a hotel that night, and Justin forgot his essay for English in his room, and after they left the scientists wouldn't let him back in, so Justin got a failing grade because the teacher didn't believe his excuse.
I dunno, I thought it was funny last night. Then again, maybe I was just tired last night. Whatever.
ETA: "Chaos. Don't you love it? Chaos is like darkness. People are blind in it. And then, in the sudden light, in the sudden order and calm, they realize that while they were running in circles screaming, you were setting them up for the fall. It happened in Eden, slightly modified, of course. In Eden, they hadn't yet learned how to scream." I love Tyriel. I can't believe I gave up on this story. Why did I do that?!