Organizing Chaos

“Homework; fuck that,” Screwball said to herself. She needed to do something though. Her dad was getting nosier about her school life. He might even want to look at it soon. It was bullshit though. Keep the work at school; let me have my life to myself. Ms. Cheirelee said she should apply herself in class studies. I’ll apply myself in other ways. She got on her bike and rode away from her house.

Past fuck ups and negativity did not get to her when she was on her bike. Society ostracizing her did not exist when the winds was blowing on her face. The only negative vibes that ever came from her bike was when she tried doing tricks on it. It was quite amusing for the other kids at the park watching her wipe out. The closest anyone came to giving a shit was the one boy who told her to stop before her dumb ass kills herself. The wind in her face did not dry her tears on the ride home. Her dad had demanded to know why she was crying and jumped to the conclusion of other kids picking on her. She didn’t want to tell him what happened though. Why bring it up and be embarrassed of it? It’s better to gulp it down and convince yourself it never happened, isn’t it. Trying to hold in sorrow turned it to anger, and then he yelled back. More tears were shed afterwards.

That was then and this was now. There was a nice trail in the woods that was only a 30 minute bike ride from her house. She had never seen anyone there before. It was so calm being surrounded by nature: the trees and all the nice woodland creatures. There was a stream there so there were always turtles, frogs, and fish to say hello to. Maybe even a salamander. She turned into the thicket and began the bumpy ride.

What the fuck is this bullshit. There was another girl there right now, throwing off the positive aura. She had big wavy pink hair that almost looked like a heart from the right angle. An upperclassman to; great, which means after getting teased and hazed by her, soon more high schoolers would fester over here, and her sanctuary would be overflowing with beer cans and weed ashes. The animals would have to find a new place to. She quickly turned around and rode out, but it looked like she was spotted.

After killing 20 minutes riding around the area, she mustered up the courage to go back in. The bitch was definitely gone by now, but she went in slow anyway. Lucking she was gone. There was a paper placed under a rock there, obviously left by her. Probably telling me to fuck off, thought Screwball. To her surprise, it said ‘You don’t have to be so shy.’