Organizing Chaos

All right, Dad’s leaving. I’ll have the house to myself for a little bit. Time to waste it doing…homework. Her father had left after some left over dinner. He made sure to remind her to work on her studies before he left and told her to expect him to look it over. He was probably just going to look to see if it’s completed. There was no way he was going to review it to make sure it’s right. She convinced herself that he did not have the willpower or knowledge for that. Still, it couldn’t hurt to try. They say to try, and even if you fail at least you put effort into it. The grades were still the letter they were, regardless of how much ambition went into them.

She opened up her book and got ready to do some math. It was all bullshit to her, but Ms. Cheerilee wasn’t a complete bitch and seemed to believe in her somewhat. She couldn’t say that of anyone else. If it wasn’t for the measly pep talk she got after class that made her late for History after deciding to raise her hand to answer a question that she got wrong anyway, she would have not been thinking of this class at all; instead passing it off as malarkey that would never be used in the real world. I’m confident that if you focus on these questions, you’ll do fine. Why don’t you stay after school today for some extra help? Screwball emptily said she would show up. She actually thought of doing that, really she did. So much thinking that it blew off her focus during a quiz later in the day and she could not finish it. That angered her. Why spend more time here than the required six hours? No, I’ll get better my way, on my own.

As she put the pencil to the paper to do the work out, her thoughts were taken over by the other girl invading her sanctuary. A whole afternoon was wasted by her not going there and instead staying in her house, engulfed in negative aura. She could not deal with meeting the Interloper. Confrontation is not her strong suit. Buy why let someone else take over her woodland retreat? The note raised some thoughts, but she came to the stark conclusion that it was obviously just her being fucked with and lured to a false sense of security. She figured that out before crumpling it down and throwing it in her trash. Everyone else liked to confuse her, why should this girl be any different. After wrestling with her thoughts, the negativity hit a splash from the top rope and got peaceful resolution down for a three count. But the ref was down when peace had negativity beaten and anger came in and laid it out with a steel chair.

She decided she was going to go to her place tomorrow and tell the girl to find a new place to be, this was her spot. She didn’t care if she was older than her. Consequences would be something to worry about afterwards. But thinking and doing are completely different things, whispered her personal demons haunting the black back spaces of her brain. Fighting thoughts took more time to do then she thought. Her dad would be home soon, and he expected homework to be done.

She scribbled nonsense numbers for some of the questions and rushed through others, skipping important steps to completing them. This will fool dad. But then she quickly ripped up the paper. She decided she wasn’t going to lie to him because being told the truth would probably surprise him. It wasn’t fair to her. Teachers only told him about her shortcomings because he worked at the school with them. Those teachers can’t tell the other student’s parents about their problems because they don’t know them. That was the only reason her dad was so anal about school work. And everyone is just as bad as me, if not; close enough to not make a difference. She heard the door open.

He knocked at her door to ask her how homework was going. “Good,” she lied instead.

Her dad walked away and left her alone for the night. She taped her paper together to pass in tomorrow.