The Eggs of Dementia

She told everyone my name, which really pissed me off. I didn’t recall giving her permission to go that far, but when she began to theoretically interrogate me by asking “where I was from” and other bullshit like that, I felt like violently stabbing her. The final straw was when she inquired about what I liked to do… what my hobbies were and the like. Actually, this was not as bad a question; it might actually give me an opportunity to make acquaintances.

“I… like to go on the computer,” I replied, nervously.

“Oh, what do you like to do on the computer?” she fired back.

“WATCH PORN!” some deep-voiced guy said from the back. Apparently, everyone thought the idea of pornography and exploitation in general was funny and thus began laughing.

“Play Runescape and… watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” I interjected triumphantly. I had no idea where the courage to say that came from, but it must’ve been somewhere from the bottom of my newly ‘cleansed’ heart or something.

Everyone laughed as if the subject never changed. My face burned. HOT. In most bullying movies I’ve seen there was at least one person who would agree…

The rest of the day was no different; same questions, same answers, same laughs. Except for P.E., now talk about a nightmare… but most can probably relate to that. By the end of the day when I crawled into my coffin (just a bed), I couldn’t be more excited to re-enter the plane of torment.