why do I do this...

Going from class to class, or just simply sitting down at lunch, I watch people. I am a people watcher. I observe their mannerisms to try and figure them out. It's one of my hobbies instead of trying to make conversation with the awkward people I sometimes sit with. One of the things I notice is that a lot of people don't brush their hair. WHY. I don't know, it is like they don't want people to touch their hair, or they are trying to get dred locks. Maybe they were watching tv and they came upon an advertisement that was strangely related to how they thought about things.

I make up stories and excuses for people so I don't get annoyed at the way they act.

That black girl is talking louder than she should. She probably lives in a house with parrots so she's used to talking over their loud squeeking noises.

That girl is wearing too much make up. She probably has to go work as a clown after school and doesn't want to risk putting on her clown make up while she's driving so she doesn't end up in an accident. Good for her.

This boy doesn't look at my eyes or even at me when I am talking to him. He probably likes boys.

Most of these excuses are probably not true, but they reassure me and make things for tolerable. My friends think it's a bad idea to do that, but if I didn't do that, then I would be yelling at a lot of people for their stupidity everyday.

Probably the scariest day of my life.

A long time ago...my mom takes me and my sisters to the mall to do some "fun mother-daughter(s)" hang out time. We probably did some shopping, I don't know. It was a long time ago.

We end up at this really ghetto fabulous mall, it was mostly empty. It felt like a post-apocalyptic hide out camp base and the people in this mall were the only survivors from the recent Zombie Attack '08. I didn't mind the quietness, though, because most malls are full of people who defy the laws of American traffic and don't find an organized way to walk in the hallways. But in this ghetto fabulous mall, the only thing I ran into was the "test a Wii" at the game stop :D

After walking around with our almost gone Orange Julius smoothies, my mom suggests that we start heading home.

Half of the mall is underground (to be safe from atomic bombs, of course). So to get to our car, we had to leave from the second floor. On the second floor, there were stores that sell probably the most ghetto attire in the world. "Pimp Suit Palace", "Rainbow" (that store sells wear once and throw away clothes) "Braiding Salon" (to get your hair did) etc etc.

A couple feet ahead of us, I spot a photobooth. "oh, how neat" says my little 12 year old mind that thinks turkey legs are the best. There was a screen on the photobooth that shows you the options of pictures you can pay for. My twin sister, Abby, looks at the screen and says, "Woah! That lady on the screen has a whole lot of make up o-"

Just as she said that, the curtain quickly slides open right next to me and all I see is a scary over made-up blonde teenage face right by my face.

The sight of her would cause worlds to turn inside out, meat to go uncooked, and bring back the dead.

Sheer terror took over my face.

By the time I caught my breath, she was gone.