may I bump? Anxious to start! *grin*
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◔̯◔Not | n e e d i n g | a | c l o a k | t o | b e c o m e | i n v i s i b l eJournal - 01/11/2013
Today is the first of November. New month..closer to the end of the year..closer to turning eighteen, To leaving school. And maybe just closer to making my mark - sometime, somewere in this world of our's. Or mine rather..
My invention is almost done. A few problamatic small things..and that is it. I was hoping to have it finished by the end of October, just because - it would have felt proper. I am weird right? Thinking that dates matter so much..and talking to myself - writing to myself really.
Today is one of those days were I can not really tell why I am keeping this Journal. Its not like it will matter one day would it? I mean - if no one cares, why should I? Maybe just one small reason is company. Company..That word makes the second person (or Journal for that matter) sound like a silence filler, or a - a pet that is just there to keep you busy. Company in fact I don't struggle to find. Thinking of the dozens of sneers I get at school..Or when I have to spend my afternoon doing homework in mom's hair salon, Those woman busy primping up their hair can chat faster than a chipmunk in panic. Company..'it' doesn't always listen does it?
A dog does maybe - or Fred..that Rat of mine. But they are mute again - they don't give answers. Seems like 'it' either listens, and keep silent, or talks without hearing. I am not sure which one is worse.
I guess I have to get ready for school. I woke up a bit earlier this morning..so I spent the last 20 minutes writing all this. I bought contact lenses. Yesterday my second pair or glasses got smashed. Mom said she can't keep up with the fees of me ''tripping over my own two feet' . But you know that is not the truthful case. So..If my glasses were seen as the bottom of a Cola bottle - then I probably have shatterproof glass in my eyes now. Glasses made me feel 'shielded' though. I feel so..exposed now.
I hate school. Learning is okay..especially History, and Maths. It makes me feel rich to 'save' knowledge. If it made me richer in my wallet that would have helped - haha, maybe it will someday. I saw this joke once that said "Be nice to nerds, they might be your boss someday" . That made me snicker quitely to myself. (Be nice to me will ya?) But - if it was not for the knowledge I can pick up at school, for that is the only place except the library were I can..mom is pretty clueless as you know. She dropped out High-school in her sophomore year..after failing a number of times. And I don't know when I will see that person called "dad" again. But if it were not for knowledge, nothing could ever make me go there - not even Mum..All though her arguments can be pretty effective. So, to the rest of school - I am not there. I am somewere else. Some place..full of creativity, and possibilities..maybe somewere were this journal ..and its writer perhaps, might actually count. And were you literally would need a cloak first to become invisible.Faceclaim: Freddie highmore





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