Beast from the Air

I haven’t written an entry for a long time. School’s gotten a bit more fun. I feel most at home in English and French class. Still I only have about two friends in math and art but I have a few more in English and French. On the twenty-ninth we went to Boston Pizza for Andrea and Kristen’s birthday. After we sang happy birthday this cowboy in the corner offered to buy her a tequila and she’s only sixteen. It was very funny.

I had my first nightmare since September eleventh. It started with me sitting in my back yard with a boy I met at camp in the summer. We were watching the stars when we saw three planes (well more like spaceships, they looked like scouts and wraiths from StarCraft, and they flew exactly like the interceptors from carriers) cross each other from different angles at different altitudes so they didn’t collide but they were having an air battle, we could hear them shooting, (kind of like ‘Beast from the Air’ in Lord of the Flies). Well I said, ‘those better not crash,’ and he said, ‘I know, we’ve had enough airship collisions these days.’ Then I turned around to see a fourth ship meters from crashing into my house. I ran to the side of my yard where you can see into my kitchen window and saw my parents for the last time. All I remember is yelling ‘I love you’ and then I woke up at two in the morning and had trouble getting back to sleep.

It was a few years late because everyone always said that I’d have friendship problems in jr. high. But here they come right now. Sarah and Kim said that I spent too much time talking to Mark and that I ignore them. I don’t know what to do. Sometimes they ignore me when they talk about the people in their stupid English class and I feel left out ’cause I don’t even know them. But yeah I agreed to talk to them more. I always try to be the nice Christian humanitarian but it never works out…

“I have given, I have given and got none. But still, I’m driven by something I can’t explain.” —Amanda Marshall