I slammed the door behind me, throwing my backpack at the floor in rage. My mother came into the room, wearing her flowing, long purple dress and a colorful scarf.
"Is something wrong, dear?" She asked calmly.
I looked at her and one glance at that serene, gentle face made me break down. I ran over to my mother and cried on her shoulder, feeling stupid.
"It's alright, Sweetheart." She said gently, smoothing my hair, "Is there anything you want? What can I do for you?"
I pulled angrily at my bright red hair, "I want to die my hair! Any color but this, any color!"
"Oh, no, absolutely not." My mother said bluntly, patting my head, "It's bad for the environment. I love you, Sweetheart."
"Love you too, Mother." I said flatly.
My mother turned around and smiled, shaking her finger at me, "Now, now, Lunkwill...."
"Love you too, Rainbow Destiny." I said, a little bit mockingly.
My mother smiled at me and nodded, leaving the room. Once she was gone, I groaned and collapsed on the couch. "Why can't I have a normal family?" I groaned.
Cameron came in, walked right past me, and went into the kitchen. He came back with three cans of soda and a bag of chips.
"So, Lunkwill," He said, "What have you chosen to mope about today?"
"Why are we so weird, Cameron?" I asked, staring up at the ceiling, "Why can't we have a normal family?"
Cameron opened the bag of chips and took a handful out, "What do you mean?"
"Maybe it's just me," I said, not really listening to Cameron, "Maybe I'm just mentally ill. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"You always say that." Cameron said, stuffing his face with more chips, "Try to relax."
"Maybe that's why no one likes me." I went on, "I'm always freaking out about something or other."
Cameron nodded and said with his mouth full, "Yeah, you gotta stop doing that."
"That's it," I said, "I'm sure of it. That's why everyone hates me."
"Not everyone, Lunkwill." Cameron snorted.
I sat up, "Oh, yeah? Name one person who doesn't hate me."
Cameron thought about this and said, "Kathy."
I groaned, "She doesn't count, she's my sister."
Cameron chewed his chips loudly and I practically yelled, "Will you stop?!"
"Stop what?" Cameron said stupidly.
"Chewing so loud!" I said, "God! Am I the only sane one here?"
Cameron shook his head and I laughed nervously, "You're right, I'm not sane. None of us are sane! Not mom, not dad, not me, not you, not Kathy! None of us! We're a family of nut cases!"
Cameron studied me, chewing loudly as he thought, "Um.... How about you go look up diseases online or something. Try drawing, do something creative."
I thought about this and shrugged, "Yeah, diseases are cool."
I went to my room and sat down at the computer. I clicked on the bookmark labeled "List of Mental Health Disorders" and scrolled through the list. Acute Stress Disorder, ADHD, Agoraphobia, Amnesia, Anger Management....
Hmm... Paranoid schizophrenia. I clicked on it and read the symptoms. Yeah, that sounded like me.
I took out my journal and wrote:
Dear Journal,
Hey, it's Lunkwill again.... Well, obviously. So, I decided that I have paranoid schizophrenia. Cool, isn't it? Still don't have any friends (lot like the schizophrenic thing will change that). Not much has happened. Kathy is still telling me to cheer up, Cam is still telling me to relax. Nothing's different.
Love, you already know who wrote this. I said at the beginning.
I sleepily looked over what I wrote and decided that it was time for schizophrenic Lunkwill to go to bed.
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