2.23.2003

I am so going to start throwing my books down in school and start screaming. I will then rip out all my hair and eat it, then kill whoever walks by me.

2.15.2003

Part II
-Monday-
I walked into class. My mind was a mess. I wasn't thinking clearly, couldn't think straight. The clouds had rolled in, the sky was a dark shade of gray.
The final line was an exclamation point to the class. I put the cap on my pen... and it was over. History was next.
History came, I calmly took down notes and the bell rang. It rang in a loud wait, continuous and neverending.
Math had no teacher, nothing happened. Just like how nothing happened on the weekend.
The bell rang and it was time. I started my way up the crowded stairs. It was almost like herding cattle. Taking the less traveled path, I ended up right where I needed to be -- French Class.
A lone bead of sweat trickled down my brow. But I was ready.
I let out a sigh of relief. It was over. The clouds parted, the sun shined brightly... I could see clearly. But it wasn't over. I had the grin of a winner, but it wouldn't last long.
The bell signalled the end of the day. That was it... for now anyways
-Tuesday-
Forgot to write for today
-Wesnesday
I need a haircut...
-Thursday- The Abrupt End
The teacher was stright. The room was cold. Colder than Montreal in the winter nights. Colder than death.

Well, that was it. That was the week long summary. I ended it quickly because of how I couldn't think up any good similies for the text. Anyways, later on, I'll continue with the Black Book Chronicles, with a couple of brief entries involving the need for tear gas in schools and a metro car with only four lights on.

2.09.2003

This is from my little black book that I carry with me, almost always. I made a summary of a week back in October-November in it. Here it is. Enjoy.
-Friday-
The morning was drenched in gloom. The only thing on my mind was the coming rain. I walked quietly down the streets of De La Peltrie. Thoughts ravaged my mind like a buzzsaw. What would I do? Where would I turn?

I was a high school student with nothing to lose in the cold urban night.

I had stumbled onto something big. Somehow, I had a feeling this would get worse.

The screen flickered off, and I looked on as all the others turned off in unison. One by one, they went dark, every screen. Darker than the night.
(Later on...)
The screen blinked on, row by row, the darkness faded away.

People I didn't know, walking up to me, asking me by name. It scared me. I don't know about angels... but it's fear that gives men wings.

The pressure kept building, and I forced it back. Their questions and my inability to answer. I wondered who would snap first?

I didn't know if I could go through with this. The pressure kept building, rising. I was going to snap.
But when I do, I'll be sure to take some people with me.

The pressure rose, it kept building. Like a kettle about to let go of it's steam, I was at my boiling point.

I made a mistake. I had the wrong binder. I felt as if I had walken three steps past the cliff's edge.

Tomorrow, Monday's entry.