Yeah! I am so excited. Allright now for a likel story to tell . ....Please keep all sniggers and teehees to yourselves at all times.

Hereh goes.Get in the mood now. It's got a lil Edgar Allen Poe atmosphere to it..not really.

Mondays are always bad days, omens of darkness ahead. On Sundays, I pray for His Protection from the demons that encircle over my bed, trying to penetrate my force field of light that which is my innocent soul. To ensure that I will see the sun once more rejoice in my awakening eyes, I lie asleep with my head positioned to the North; if I were to face the South, I would be commencing my death.

I blinked sleepily away to soft nothingness for five hours. Then after the few precious hours, a little voltage between my temples shocked my brain and jostled me back to life though my eyes still closed at that moment.  And subsequently, a voice inside my head greeted me."Open your eyelids, sweet little one. There is a special ray of sun waiting just for you. Don't you want to see the happy clear blue sky? It painted itself today just like an aurora borealis, just for you. Wake up!"

Unconcious of  the voice, I slowly opened my eyes, and the earth and heathened reappeared in my vision; the first thing to see, always, was a side  view of my poster bed, a flurry of flannel bedsheets and my feet sticking out.But what's this? i was persuaded by the cajolences of that voice whom I still took no heed to, and only to behold the same darkness. Typical at six o'clock; daylight savings-pshaw. If only the clocks were set back an hour today instead of next week, I could start off Monday with a happy enthusiastic spirit!

But no, it was too good to be true. So I adapted my nugatory attitude and summoned all my joints, which, from my usual sleeping position; alias the fetal position or whereas I prefer to call it the "curry shrimp disposition";from suffering  rigor mortis, to haul my body up and find my way through the dark room to the bathroom. Remembering,I pushed the snooze button to my alarm clock a nanosecond before it hit five minutes after six.Lucky alarm clock, at least it gets to sleep some more. Another Monday at school foreshadowed, great.

Through the perilous journey to my bathroom, I stepped on my plastic action figure of the three-headed monkey that somehow wound up on the floor."Owie oww ow--....!"I muffled my cry before I woke my parents up in the tenement just next door that was barly separated by a sliding door.Waking up my parents was forbidden. Just absolute if you did not want them to wake up like the living dead and have them stand by the door with their hands on their hips with their eyes jeering at your every culpable move in the darkness until you brushed out the door for school.

Anyways, I dragged my way to the bathroom, took a piss, and then looked into the sink mirror. Same old perky me again. "God", I thought, "I really should get that unibrow removed". But then, before I could finish my thought, I saw something horrid. There it was, staring at me. It was my image, my reflection, it was isometric--yet, it could not be isometrical for it was not me; it was a devilish masculine face, melted, procuring an ugly dried up lava molteness to it.He smiled his cadaverous smile, then he opened his mouth wider and wider till I heard a snap, but his already dislodged jaw kept on lowering and widening still. Terrified, I took a step back. He lunged and his gynormously stretched mouth swung towards me as if to come out of the mirror and devour me whole right there. My head squeezed tight and hid in its cache to refrain from the overwhelming fear.

Worlds spinning, I despaired for salvation from the heathenous monster coming out of the impenetrable forcefield that separated the earth from the realm of hell.But he did not. As its grisly head came pouring forth through the mirror, it vanished, as if its substance was vanquished by the very air I breathed which it deemed hazardous. An then, Deja Vu. I was suddenly waking up in my bed again. in the same position I slept in, in the same exact time. Was that a dream? No couldn't be; it was all too real  I checked again. Hmm, my flannel sheets still feel as if I had not abandoned them to the cold chilly morning. They still had a layer of fuzzy warmness to them from insulating my body heat. I checked my alarm clock, and when i did , I was stunned. The alarm was already turned off. I always turned it on before I went to bed. And it was always set to go off five minutes after six to fool my parents so that I could get five last precious minutes of sleep.

Dazed and confused, I dressed into my school uniform; a white blouse, and a plaid black and red skirt. Remembering what I somewhat thought as a creepy dream that was to avoid any contemplation or recollection, I avoided the bathroom altogether, leaving my teeth unbrushed and my hair in messy pigtail. Oh wellz, better decent than late.

As I walked to school I tired to settle my emotions. "What happen?" was all I could repeat in my head. "exocism? theft of body by spectres? ....Naw, all phony superstition." Andd as I thought about i, the fear transitioned into anger, inexplicable anger. I just felt angry. Why else did my back feel like it had hot flaring diamond shaped spears protruding out? Monday, as I had predicted, was a bad day. I had forgotten my backpack, and thus all my homework. With blind valor, if you can call it that, I defended myself in front of the teacher, who was so narrowminded it seemed as of he was obtrusively acting that way for class quirks, but was actually not since he gave out the most detentions for remarks that could not even possibly be taken as an offense.

I sauntered my way to the room known as the future juvenille delinquent hall, and took a seat to serve my lunch detention. Coincidentally, I sat next to a girl who was sterotypically labeled Gothic. I was the contrast of her as the look of our attire promoted Ying and Yang. We were not alike in the same degree, but alike. It happened right there, I felt a slight connection when I walked by her and sat in the seat next to her. Rebellion.

She started the conversation, as to size me up and see if I,the softy that I appeared, was intimidated by her; and if I was she could devour me a prey. "So what are you in for?"

"I started a riot in old Masserick's class. Heehee, you should have seen it; huge wads of paper flying like stones. That was after the teepeeing and the wet toilet wads. I hesitated to indulge in the joyous fact that I was having a conversation with her."So what are you in for?"

Replied her,"