I stare into the jumbled numbers and words of my book. I don't
understand any of this. I hear the teacher talking but I don't
understand her. I only understand destruction. I understand death.
I understand darkness. The other students understand this thing
called 'math'. They dream of numbers and words and happiness.
I dream of destruction and death and darkness. Insanity drives me.
Insanity tells me to look but never see. Insanity forces me to do
what I do. Insanity-...the teacher slaps my desk. I rub my tired
eyes into focus. The teacher writes on a bright yellow sheet of
paper............it is a detention for sleeping in class.

I hope you guys enjoyed that...if you didn't well okay then.
Me and my friends write a bunch of short stories like that.

WE CALL THEM PUDDINGS.