Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

And then a new screen, one I had never seen before, never even heard of popped up. It gave me a choice. I could become the new Lord of Darkness myself, or I could take a gamble and be reincarnated. I chose wisely.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, "Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.