Monsters in my Closet

Everyone's got secrets. Everyone has that pile of dirty magazines under their bed. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. The only problem is that the monsters ate my skeletons. What does that mean? I don't even know.
I stared in the clouded mirror. I had a random outburst of hygiene control. My hair was getting long and the comb kept getting stuck in the tangles. My thick scarlet sweater was making me sweat underneath. Must my force myself to fit in? Either that or have the mob after me. Again. Brushed my teeth. Flossed too. That was a rare occurrence. Washed my face. I was no runway model. I wasn't runaway bride material. I couldn't get away with it with how ordinary I was. I'm the girl that guys are friends with.

Now came the hard part I thought to myself. I hated doing this part.

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The paper stared at me with it's eggshell confetti color that just begged me to mark it. What was with the librarian and her fancy paper? Even on a stupid worksheet, nature was being reused and recycled. Life lessons are everywhere, children. Her voice echoed in my head. I've lived too many life lessons. I've had the chance to make mistakes, and I've taken advantage of it. But I look around and wonder how many of these dimwits are going to make it in the real world. There's not enough hairnets and fryers to go around for these people. It was one of those times where I kept my head down and kept my eyes on the speckled paper. I kept tonguing at the cut at the front of my gums. I need to be more careful with the file. Sure, some may think fangs are sexy, but it's rather annoying when it's not Halloween and you're trying to chew sideways. I finally wrote my name down on the line. I spent a good ten minutes doing that. Carefully swirling the dot of the i and making the strokes of the n quite bold and ornate. It's funny. You'd think after a couple decades, Allison would have lost it's touch. The silent bell rang in my teacher's eyes. I was out the door before anyone noticed my seat vacant with my paper finished left on the flat top.

Sex was love to these adolescents. I walked down these halls and looked all the hormones flowing through the students. My "peers". I heard footsteps and immediatly gasped and sped up. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was only Dan.

"Hey Allison."
"Hey Daneil."
"Why can't you just call me Dan like the rest of the universe?"
"Why can't you call me Ali?"
"Because you're not Ali, you're Allison."
"And you're Daniel."
"No I'm not."
"That's what it says on the football roster."
"Yeah, but that's professional. Hey wait slow up!"

Oh yeah. I had the tendency to speed up when talking. I guess it came natural to always stay on the movie. It didn't help that I could probably be at my class by now, finishing up on whatever assignment was tossed at my face.

"But yeah, Allison, you still announcing the game on Friday?"
"Daniel, I've been doing it for the last hundred Fridays, why would this one be any different?"
"I don't know, just don't want you to miss me doing anything special."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, but I gotta head off to English, Mr. B's gonna kill me if I can't get that C up."
"I understand. I have to be heading off too."

He walked into the classroom. The hall was empty so I skipped to my class. Not a good idea with my sweater on.

I was glad when lunchtime came around. Walking fast and skipping tended to wear out your muscles faster when you moved faster.
My eyes burned as I walked past the scent of bleach and other cleaners on the way to the table.
I hated my sense of smell.