HOMEPAGE LIBRARY

Nov. 23, 2017

7:30 PM

School today SUCKED. (At least I have no homework.)

Turns out, our bully-free school has a new BULLY. Jax. At least he can’t call me short, he’s several inches shorter than me. Anyway…

He seems like he’s targeting me to make my life Terrible!

Here’s how it went this morning:

Jax: Hey Caylee!

Me: It’s Chloe.

Jax: So, I’m new here.

Me: Oh. Well in that case, Welcome to Clara Banks, I-

Jax: So, I was looking for someone to, uh, bully, and you look perfect!

Me: Excuse me?

*BANG*

I got shoved into the locker.

Everything these days! So CLICHE!

And why me?!

Later in math class:

Ms. Brooks: Everyone, we have a new student, Jax.

Me: (In mind) Son of a-

Ms. Brooks: Jax, have a seat behind Miss Chloe.

Jax: *walks over and puts feet up on my chair back*

Me: *whips around* What do you think you’re doing?

Jax: What does it look like?

Me: Look Mr. Boss-Man, you think-

Jax: *puts foot on my face*

Lunch:

Me: *sits down with tray*

Jax: *sticks fat meaty fingers in my food*

Me: *wants to strangle Jax*

Jax makes me so

Freaking Mad

I should stop now, before I explode.

-Chloe

I closed my journal.

Jax is a jerk. I want to set his face on fire.

The thoughts of Jax and fire combined made me start to feel hot. I shut my eyes. It was getting really hot in the room…

Then I opened my eyes. The room was on fire.

Literally.

Had I started a fire with my mind? That’s what it seemed like. My hand was on fire. I waved it around wildly, trying to put it out.

Wait… I thought. How am I not being burned alive right now? I calmed down, and the fire in my hand died.

This is weird. Oh wait, my bedroom’s on fire! I remembered the fire on my desk, which had spread around the room. Not knowing what to do, I quickly wiggled the screen off the window frame. It clanged to the ground. It sounded kind of far.  I carefully, but swiftly slid over the sill. I started slipping. I grabbed one of the roof tiles, but that wasn't the best idea. My hand slipped easily. I started falling. I stuck my arms and legs out like I was free-falling.

Then I remember I wasn't free-falling. I was falling from a three-story building.

I landed face-first on the fresh, powdery snow. Now not only does it feel like I broke my nose, but I have a bunch of ice up my nose and my mouth!

And my house is on fire.

Before I continue:

If your house was all of a sudden on fire, would you make the smartest decisions?

…

I ran into the forest, afraid like always, but my house is on fire, I don't care. Anywhere is better than a burning enclosed space.

I edged around an angry looking bush. I started running. I heard some ‘scary’ sounds. It was probably something normal. Knowing me, that’s something I would be afraid of.

I looked around. Just my luck, I trip over a big log. I tumble down a small hill, picking up even more snow on my thin sweater.

I land with my head banging on a metal plate. Or something metal.

Wait a second…

I push away some snow to reveal a metal door in the ground.