Relentlessly typing over a keyboard, every stroke is like a painted picture not even . 12 of what inside my head as this insolent fool from the UK wallows in his freakish misery and anguish, with a dreadful mohawk laughing alongside Hitler.what a necropheliac. Iridescent lighting outside my window also shines within my cranium, illuminating an even more callous scheme not by my design or desire, nor from Mr.Necro here, but unearthed by the very people who I work with.They say humans don't have a 6th sense, but I know otherwise. A newbie in my own position, I am not Beethoven-daft with both ears. In fact at work we're trained to pay attention in case something comes up.I could sense its presence, its murky sinister flaws around those tight supposed positive lips, attempting a futile smile in fascimile to a joker's sneer. Sometimes i didn't even have to witness a visage, my back could be turned. Like my teacher with a fro once said, people at our age are old enough to know when they are lied to,but you only live one life so what do we do about it? We're just as mortal as the next person, so the mentality motives of such fascist schemes play out in my conscience. A vendetta almost, but is vegence the answer? not nearly:maybe suck it up, know my rightful place, let them have their cake& eat it too? Breathing air is an astronomical feat in itself, as is a solar flare flung to the end of the cosmos all as is the news paper to the end of a driveway. But the air they breath is polluted...... the stars a lightyears away.......where as the newspaper is a commonplace for people who are absent on world affairs, only for comics& crossword puzzles.
but if you can read in between the lies, depending on how dire you want to get pummeled by truth, out of the 7 bad habits of highly effect humans, 4 very prominent people shadow my life behind the scenes as I am their puppet try to pull my strings on the worst habits any person of authority should try. Indignified,unappeased all eyes are avid on me aiming to strike on a fluke.Humble are my musings at night when nyctitropism estivation renders and cultivates my imagination.The moon De Luna casts her magic glare,and images effortlessly flow through my mind like water from many streamsinto one single bottomless glacier lake.At any moment this lake could develop a crack and drain within minutes shifting the entire artic with it as my mind races to do so.
Turns out I was correct in such affairs where men are bloated with ego's. So much for a job,
teeth are clenched both mangers lied. What do you do? My mother raised me with 13 other adopted siblings, taught ethicalness. If we did wrong unto eachother it was WW3.
Why is this any different? The Italian mafia as merciless as they are,even felt this was a petty crime between two such stores. One was supposed to be lazy, but made the decision so fast it makes me contemplate if my boss did anything at all. Although known for alot of boxed talk,maybe my friend was right on the nail this time looking the mirror that counts our hours.
Cry over spilled milk, I've seen far worse up close and personal.
You don't feel it now. Youth's vigor and charming the world. Expecting to get promotions here and there, the world in full tumult. Perhaps shed a few pounds and the world spins faster, we're all different on the outside but the same on the inside. My disdian for a lackadaisical society,
a job, a career, next door neighbor, even Necro, its all the same. The two managers locked in a battle of so called "wits", quiting is for losers. Both are losers didn't let me get transferred like intended, so its onward to victory trekking on urban& rural grounds alike.
Chapter Two
After much bitter disappointment, I decided to shake it off. Toiling all the oblivous onto one sheet knowing I can always wash it away putting on a new front. Its the last few days at school
and the crowd goes nuts. The sun still shines and I am hopeful. Always quiet in the back of the classroom,my thoughts were my own shimmed into imags leaping over my writing. unaware that I am not one of the students per say, the teacher elaborates on my work. " Wow Katie,you draw?". He turns to another student, " She can draw man!Look she can draw a pot, yea look!." Some say I am not an artist, but I beg to differ. Simpins. They spat on me,jeered at me, laughed but when I laughed they were bewildered. Most of all, they called me Katie, Katie the Dreamer one that was never good at music theory but composed tall tale stories. I did nothing of sort, conjuring up words stirring the imagination like some witchcraft. More like a curse really, whatever I said no one believed until it was to late. Even in emergencys during math class.
Whoever said math couldn't give heart attacks was dead wrong. The day came when finally I wrote notes, my hand had begun to shake. Tried holding still, nothing worked. Next thing I know my heart is fluttering, hot tears down my face. The board was fuzzy, so I stumbled out of my chair. "Is this an emergency?" declared the teacher. I didn't even answer, just made my way out the door somehow arriving at the nurse's office. Five kids were before me with heachaches and other minor illnesses. My entire body convulsed, I almost perished. Struggling, uttering lightly
" call........th th the........ca...ll 9...1...1". EMTS swarmed around me, attaching me to various devices. " You don't look so good" one said and put a respirator on me. Carried out on a stretcher I had my first ambulance ride. Scared all through the twenty minute trip, we made it to a special room. The doctor gave me something to eat, told me to relax. After awhile I had to use the facilities, but when I went to wash my hands...................something from my left foot and right arm shot up. I was paralyzed, immobile, and crumbled. I tried to scream for help but to no avail.
No one heard me screaming. I awoke with a heachache ( probably from when I hit the floor) and tried to relax. No exams here and no harrassment from school.
and those were the bygone days of school............ The callous scheme hatched from work emerged on my very first day. My man broke up with me and naturally I cried. The next day my mother told me to drive on the highway. I have never driven before, and so I was frightened. I didn't want to be late & it was raining. Five minutes to spare and was thrown into an array of assorted tasks at high pace. When it came time for the fryer, my body began to get dizzy.
3 times I fell ill, once in the bathroom, one in the car, and once in the shower. I walked out my bathroom hoping the bed rest would do me good. My thoughts drifted back to my man that broke up with me.......Never in my entire life had I felt more alone then in the moment. More self conscience then ever, it felt like the Mayan calendar had taken its toll on me. It just so happens the next day I took a test for all the amazing things about food safaty, shrink, and theft. Just when you thought school was educational here came the things about pathogens and halogens,
allergens and another two hours of stuff. When my time was up on the test, I walked out with sleepy eyes from staring at the screen to long................... when all of a sudden a big girl walks out of the store, gets on her cell phone, says "hello" to me, and starts running. Come again? Two managers chased her down the road and off the highway.
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