Ever heard the phrase, "Life sucks, and then you die"?
Well, life sucks for me.
...And I'm not dead--Although I would gladly be in such a state at this moment.

When one thinks of having a dashing young man fly to your dorm to your rescue, it sounds rather nice, doesn't it? He'll sweep you off your feet into the magical fairyland you've always dreamed of since childhood and everything will be milk and honey.
Such a thing doesn't exist.

I thought breakfast was supposed to be a peacful time in the morning where you can recuperate from the utter lack of sleep. But who said my life was peaceful?

I have come to the conclusion that they are the epitome of all evil.
No, actually, "evil" doesn't even cover it. I wouldn't be the least surprised if they sprout horns and claim to be the anti-christ because, right now, they seem even worse.

Academics? What academics? I have more pressing matters to worry about.
...Such as me staying alive or going on another killing rampage.

And I don't mean that in a good way.

Although I’ve been in a cloud of confusion all day, one thing has suddenly become clear in my head, as if someone kicked a door to a locked room and let everything in it flood out.

 In a school like ours, there are surprises around every corner and behind every door.