Organizing Chaos

Screwball was getting ready to ride home. The traitor Ms. Cheerilee just gave her a cold look for no showing extra help. What difference did it make? Then the bitch rolled her eyes at her when she passed in her taped up nonsense homework. She could hear other students laughing at it, and Screwball had no choice but to laugh along with it. That put Ms. Cheerilee in a bad mood for the duration of the class. At the end, Screwball decided to redeem herself by asking the teacher if she could attend extra help today. “This has been addressed before, that’s for Wednesday’s, not Thursday’s.” When the hell was that addressed, she thought, wishing she had paid more attention when that was said. If it was even said. She left the room with thoughts of a conspiracy against her clouding her mind.

She was on her way to the bike rack to go home. She always waited until most people had already left to avoid hostile interaction. She noticed a caterpillar in a tree on the way. She let it be, but while walking away, thoughts of it freezing, starving, or getting eaten by a predator invaded her mind. Shouldn’t it be a butterfly of moth by now? She was now sure it was going to die before even becoming a cocoon. Most of the jerks here would stomp it or flatten it for no reason but their sick amusement. She would deny them that pleasure and take the insect home with her to raise.

Getting a jar and filling it with a stick and some leaves stalled some time to delay her confronting the interloper invading her peaceful place. After telling her new caterpillar friend to wish her luck, she set out on her bike to go to her fate. She decided that she would take the scenic route… for the view.

Screwball took a deep breath when she came to the clearing, and then kept riding on the road. She delayed it further by riding around, and then decided to give up completely and go home. Half way on the ride back, she turned around impulsively, and rode as fast as she could to her spot. Riding in the woods was extra bumpy, but she knew that if she slowed down fear would win again. She came to a screeching halt when she came to her spot. The other girl was not there, but the same woodchucks that were nested under the gym lived there now.