I never realized, 'till today, during this national disaster, how many assholes fo to my school. Thousands upon thousands of people are hurt or killed, and all they care about is whther or not it means the baseball games have been canceled. I know this threat is in bad taste, but I really did want to destroy them all.
When we first heard about the planes crashing into the World Trade Centers, my first thought was "FUCK! Emily's mom!"... her mom is in New York. Emily... well... she went a little crazy when her dad died. I mean this honestly; she was not the same person at all, in part because her mom is insane and evil, but nonetheless, she lost it a little. And I honestly don't think she'd be able to cope with losing her other parent. Even though she tends to hate her mother, I doubt she'd be able to take it. But when I got to band, she said her mom had called to say she was allright, so looks like it'll be okay for Emily, at least.
I didn't express any grief or shock at school. Only anger at the assholes in my classes. But now I think I'll go work on T-893. It has a lot of terror and death and horrible things in it. I shall direct all my emotions towards that.
I wrote a story, freshman year, that started out something like this. Hopefully there will be a different ending.