Before I knew it, Sunday was already on its way out the door. I had spent most of the weekend up in the attic unpacking, and had created a nice hideaway for myself. I was dreading having to go to school of course, and had come up with various and extensive escape plans, excuses, and methods.

I knew it would be impossible to get out of though. At least I had the small adventure of walking to school with that hopeless nerd to look forward to. Or dread. I wasn’t sure which was more beneficial.

I sat on the floor, surrounded by smoking, naseuating clouds of incense reading Allen Ginsberg’s Howl out loud to myself. I love reading that poem. It makes me want break things, or run down the street naked. I highly doubted they taught stuff like that at high school.

Oh, what was I getting myself into? I’d be better off staying here all day with Betty and her cookies. At least I could read my poetry.

I tried thinking of my fantasies, but the anger was rising.