Story? Why not?

----------------------------------------------------

School passed quickly as usual, mostly because I spent hours one through four sleeping, and hours six and seven napping. Fifth hour was physical education, so I couldn’t actually take a nap or fall into REM sleep, but that was ok. For some reason I liked running and jumping and playing stupid games like basketball and floor hockey. What can I say; I’m not exactly the most…normal of people.

After cramming all of my books into my bag and slamming my locker shut with the necessary amount of force to make sure it stayed closed, I left the school building. Sticking around to chat with friends in a place where I had a grand total of one friend wasn’t exactly the most appealing idea I had ever had, but it was never my idea anyway, so I don’t know why I was thinking that it was.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t drink chocolate milk before bed,” I murmured to myself, erasing that last thought from my head so I wouldn’t feel the need to mentally translate it into something more understandable in case I ever needed to voice it aloud to anyone. Like my shrink, for example.

“Lain!”

I ignored Alyssa’s call and kept on walking; she would catch up with or without me acknowledging her presence.

“Lain! Lain! Lain! Lain. Lain! Lain! Lai—“

“WHAT?!” I yelled, exasperated at her incessant screeching. I turned around, tripping over my feet as I did so, and fell to the ground with a muffled thud. Good thing my backside was there to cushion the fall, or I might have hurt myself.

“Ha, you fell,” Alyssa mocked, taking a moment to commit the image of me sprawled on the pavement to memory. “Ok, I’m done! I have a question for you. It’s a yes or no question, and you can’t say no, so I guess it’s not really a question, but more of a demand. But I’ll word it as a question so you don’t get all pissy about me ordering you around, because that’s just annoying, and I really don’t want to deal with your demonic rage issues today, ok?”

“Alyssa,” I said, leaping up from the sidewalk in one fluid motion, “will you just hurry up and ask?”

“Yea—well no. I mean, how can I just ask you a question here in the middl—“

“Lyss! Seriously, just say what you have to say so I can go home and sleep. Or do my homework.”

“Fine, you’re no fun. Ok, so tomorrow night some friends of mine are coming over and we’re going to have this totally super special awesome slumber party, and you should totally come! I mean, you have no choice but to come, but still.”

I blinked, staring stupidly at my friend before answering. “No,” I said flatly, turning to leave without further comment.

“Oh come on! It’s just one little slumber party! I promise that if you fall asleep early I won’t let the others mark your face or anything like that! Please?

“Alyssa, you of all people should know that I’m an insomniac. It’s not about getting all marked up or whatever it is you guys do to people at sleepovers. I’m too old for those anyway.”

Alyssa shook her head vehemently, glaring at Lain half-heartedly and jutting her lower lip out in a puppy dog pout. “No you’re not! You’re only like what, 15? That’s not too old!”

I smacked my forehead and dragged my hand across my face dramatically, staring at Alyssa in dumbfounded silence. “I’m 18 Alyssa, you know that. We’re in the same grade. Besides--,” I hesitated, wondering if my next words were really worth voicing, “I already have plans tomorrow.”

I'm not actually watching it, but the anime "Blue Dragon" is playing on Cartoon Network right now. I have the volume way down, and absotively no desire to watch it. I think I'll stick to the non-stupid animes ^.^ Or whatever, to each their own opinion I guess. XD I still like Yugioh o.O Maybe not something to admit on the internet....but who uses Xanga anyway?

Anywho, yesterday was super special awesome. One of my friends stayed the night and we went and saw "The Ruins." I'm not really squeamish but when a really smexy German guy is getting his leg amputated while he's awake because some mutant vines are growing inside his leg, even I have to go "eew." XD The invisible text is a spoiler, so just highlight it if you have no intention of ever seeing the movie...or if you just don't care.

After the movies Jennifer and I went to two different Wal-Marts because I was INSANELY hyper o.o I've hardly moved from my bed today (yay laptop), but yesterday I was bouncing off the walls and dancing in place to nothing but the sound of my own craziness ^.^ Hard to believe I'm going to be 19 in a couple of months, ne? At the first Wal-Mart I entertained a few teenage idiots by acting like a total spaz. It took a large amount of self-control on my end not to spit out some sarcastic comment that would be offensive, because they were all incredibly stupid. Well, except for the one who was cowering in dark corners, I guess.

Yeah, that's about it. Came home at about midnight and watched AVPR, which was ok. I think I like the first one better, though. Anywho, here's a little more of that random story about werewolves, for whoever feels like reading it!

--------------------------------

I arrived at school in the same miserable state I had left home in, since I hadn’t bothered to fix my hair or apply make-up on the bus. The hole in the back of my shirt had gotten caught on the lever thing that opens the bus doors as I exited, ripping it wider, but I didn’t really care. Also, one of the little kids had spilled juice on my left legging when she was getting on, so I had removed it and was currently walking up to the school building with one legging and one bare leg.

All in all, it was turning out to be a pretty average day.

“Lain!” Alyssa called, running up to meet me with a smile on her face. “You look like a train wreck, as usual. What’s your excuse this time?”

“Tch, I don’t do mornings.” I made some sort of barbaric grunting noise and rolled my eyes, allowing Alyssa to fill in the rest of the story however she wished.

“Well, you should,” she pestered, taking a few strands of my choppy hair in her hand and studying my split ends with a look of utmost disgust. “Eew, and you should totally have a professional cut your hair. I mean seriously, it’s like, Split End City here. Your face too--,” she began, but I cut her off.

“Hey, what’s wrong with my face?”

“You look like a freaking raccoon with those bags, and it’s kind of creepy.”

“I resent that. Raccoons are cute.” I licked my lips thinking of the cute little animals from a different view. “They have such tender meat too.”

“Oh yuck,” Alyssa complained, covering her nose and waving me away with her hand. “Don’t be talking about those poor things like that! You know I’m a vegetarian.”

“Sure,” I muttered, cocking an eyebrow and putting in the combination at my locker, “for how long?”

“Uh, well I haven’t really decided that yet. I mean, I really love animals…but oh my god a burger just sounds so good right now!” Alyssa squealed and covered her mouth, as if she had let loose some big secret that no one else was ever supposed to know.

“Right. I give a week, tops, before you give in and go up to McDonald’s to get yourself a gift-wrapped heart attack.”

“A week? Oh Lain, I didn’t know you had so much faith in me!” Alyssa jumped me, then, knocking me and my pile of books to the floor with a loud clatter. A lot of the passing students stopped to give us weird looks, but I had learned to ignore them.

Most of them are probably wondering why someone as pretty and popular as Alyssa enjoys hanging out with a freak show like me. I pushed Alyssa off me as she rambled on about how she wasn’t sure if she could pass up the spicy chicken at lunch today, and tuned into my own personal radio station so I could ignore her.

“Hey, you’re ignoring me again. Lain! Why must you hurt me so?” Alyssa flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and glared at me with her green eyes that seemed to drill holes into everything they set their sight upon.

“Ugh, don’t give me that look, Lyss. It makes me want to vomit.” I brushed some dirt off of my clothes, not that it did anything to make them look less dirty, and linked arms with Alyssa. “Come on, we’re going to be late to class.”

“Ha, since when do you care, miss juvenile delinquent? And don’t say vomit, it makes me want to puke.”