ok so basically, it all started on the 28th April. I woke up after having another of those nightmares and then suddenly I notice that, on my bed (which you know is where i do not leave it) is my lil makeup mirror. I wake up a little bit and I pick up the mirror.
There's a large crack straight down the middle of the mirror, almost perfectly straight. I proceeded to go to college, thinking I'd just put my elbow through it in my sleep, yanno, as you do.
Next, my growing annoyance but also craving to be near the guy I've talked about start to battle each other. I began to find it hard to concentrate, so decided to go sit next to him and try to calm myself down. The main problem with that is that he said hi to me and proceeded to turn away from me and completely face away from me. That is a true way to piss me off and you know it. Mattie came over to me and invited me to sit by him. I was still pissed but more relaxed, you see? We watched some Zelda trailers and chilled for a bit. It was a tuesday, so when my lesson finished, I decided to go back to working in the computer room until Pride society started.
Again, I sat with Matt and we chilled until his lesson. 2:30, I was alone once again, but also less pissed. I waited until 4pm and so then I made my way up to the class. Do you remember the text about me ripping the arm off a trans person? Yep, that's what I did. I ripped the arm off a trans person and I couldn't stop laughing about it for the whole hour I was in the class. Basically, we had a vote and all except one of us voted to get a straight flag onto the board along with all the other flags. My job, as the laziest person was to trace and cutout the straight ally flag. I decided to trace the flag that was on the end - the trans flag. It went fine.
I then had to move all of them over so I could fit the flag on the end. Now, the thing with blu tac is that... it's very sticky and not easy to get off some surfaces without it being released quite fast. I tried to get the blu tac off but... in the process the arm just came off. I noticed one of the girls had seen me and nobody else had noticed. This set me off laughing and I couldn't stop. Even to this day, I'm laughing through my depression.
Next, we go to wednesday. This is the day of the open evening. This is when I was representing pride society with 3 of my peers. I pretty much just ran around for the entire three hours after having pizza (which was lovingly provided by the college from dominos.) All the time, I kept my eye out to either avoid or go up to our good friend, the Lorocks (we call him that because he has a beard, the right hair and is also geology course rep. Ugh, it's not even a real science lololol). I then had to sit through a whole lecture as to why he was a homophobe and then another lecture on why everyone was gay. I managed to shut them up by saying "If everyone were gay, like for cereals, the human race would become extinct in a matter of years" and that just shut them the hell up. Homophobes are pretty bad, but I can't stand heterophobes either like when someone looks down on someone for being straight? Thats messed up like wow wtf.
Next, I went home and accidentally sent a picture to the Lorocks. I hate myself for it as well because he said nothing on it ad then the next day I asked if he went. He said he was in rocks (geology) and that's the moment I realised, I've never had an answer more than four or five words long. EVER I was ready to just curl up into a ball and then just die. He hates me and I hate him, but thing is, I only kinda hate him, ya feel? Like I still love him to bits but I hate him more than hot honey tea at 5am on a monday morning before having to go on a train. You know how I feel about that sort of scenario (ugh).
The next day, I wake up and the mirror is back on my bed. I didn't think much of it because I was already late, but now I look back on it, it sounds pretty spooky. I got up and went to college. It was my early but short day so it's fine, I just chilled after college. You know, normal day.
Two days go by and nothing happens. I get more and more pissed at the Lorocks, but I also want to see him more and more, so normal teenage hormone stuffs. The usual.
This then brings me to the day. The first of april, 2017. I woke up to find that my clock (The one I don’t use) is broken. The clock face is completely broken and shattered. It couldn’t have been my mum because she’s been bugging me to use it for ages, rather than rely on my phone. My phone is more accurate and I have more of a desire to shut it up so it’s all good. I’m fine with my phone but yeah you get it. I spend the day just relaxing on my own in complete silence. Then, out of nowhere I hear a massive crash in the kitchen and I go to check. Nothing’s wrong so it must have been the neighbours, right? Then, both of my cats are sitting together, staring at something up the stairs. I hope it’s mice just… I hope it’s mice or a prank.
Later that night, I decide to participate in an event DeviantART has going. “The Biting Pear of Salamanca.” I was going to do it in order to just get a badge, but then I spent quite a while on it, trying to get the shading right and such. While I was doing it, it sounded like someone was walking up the stairs. Like there weren’t two or three steps at a time, it was one step at a time. Like wtf ok well that’s weird and yeah.
Monday morning, I was having a shower, like you do before you go to a place of work. I got out and walked across the bathroom, did the usual. I was still because I heard something weird and suddenly THE MIRROR BROKE ALAN LIKE SERIOUSLY it broke like hell naw I don’t want no demons in my house like go to hell bitch naw I ain’t doin’ that I need freaking Winchesters up in here yknow what I'm sayin?
And that’s the story of the Senpear