Note: BLACK bold is my personal narration.

Double note: NOT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION OR THOUGHTS! PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND!

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Hating life so much.

Getting smacked by a stop sign

Really, REALLY hurts.

That was very random, readers. I'll go to the relevant beginning and lead up to the stop-sign-of-many-ouch.

But still… Did you like my haiku?

Stop breaking the fourth wall and actually tell them who you actually are!

Ok, fine. I'm 5'9", 15 years old, have naturally gray hair(weird), steel gray eyes, a Southern Belle accent, am O.D.D and A.D.H.D(double weird), and have multiple reputations for being dumb(nope, just don't perpetually have my hand up because I don't like being noticed), colorblind(true, between pink and purple), and a loner. That last one is SO true, I'm not putting it in parentheses.

Just… nobody gives me a reason to trust them…

…

What, ya want more?

Yes.

Fine. I'm adopted, have an adoptive sister, and two parents I don't talk about. I also have a job that isn't Starbucks(semi-impressive) that pays well enough to support my maniac mind and sustain my crazy ideas and weaponry. I'm also very smart, and that's earned me a couple of enemies.

Name?

*sigh* My name is Jane Moon. Happy?

Not really. Oh well…

Welp, now that the almost useless introduction is out of the way, so am I! See you around! Because-

"Hey! Colorblind Crazy!" A few kids chuckle at that. They always do.

Oops. Guess who's here. The stereotypes are aware of my presence, I guess. Because here comes the school 'bully': Arnold. Well, screw my existence sideways. Lord knows it's already going south.

"Whatcha doing here, micro-brained musclehead? Lost your way to the cafeteria?" That… actually makes a lot of people laugh. Arnold glares backwards, and they all shut up. While he's metaphorically whipping them back into shape, let me describe Arnold.

He's a muscle head, pretty big(6'3"), the same age as me, with Clare-red hair. He's kinda smart for a jock, kinda fast for a guy his size, and actually kinda hot. Nowhere near my style, but people like him, so… yeah. He's just 'kinda' annoying.

He also has this group of 'buddies' with him that are only with him for reasons beyond me. He does really weird stuff with them, and most of the stuff nobody really knows about. Oop, he's turning back around. Gotta pay attention.

But before he can open his parking-garage-sized mouth, a welcome voice is heard:

"Come on man, I thought we talked about this!" He whips around to face my almost-Lord, the holy grail of hot girls: my sister, Eliza. "Don't you have other, more important things to do? Like stealing little kids' lunch money?"

"Shut your flapping mouth."

"Ooh, such an original, snappy comeback. I'm shaking!"

He turns off and walks away bitterly.

"Thanks, sis. Could you do me another favor, tell the algebra sub I'm out? I have work."

"You'll be home before dinner, right? I wanna play Ultimate."

"I will. See ya," I announce, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking off. I do actually have work. Just… more than normal, that is.