What would you do if people go crazy and you're the only one left that's sane enough to realize it? Is this really an educational question?
I'm not sure, but what if people actually went crazy? They'd be stupid enough to wander off the road, kill themselves, eat their dogs, lick turds, and pull their eyes out. It would be a terrifying scenario, but the fact that humanity is almost coming to this stage would seem like it's just normal. Signs of these are Tiktoks, fake life stories, unfunny pranks, cringe fake cries, staged acting, stupid advices that come from hypocrites. Pretty sure the equivalent meaning for people licking turds, eating their dogs alive, and pulling their eyes out.
People have evolved. They've become more than just a society. They've become more stupid every day, believing in misconceptions, theories, myths, and making others believe it's true and would do anything to make them normal. Changing the mindsets of the young just to make them fit to the new, failing generation of humankind, also made this era a bit too far from the people ages ago.
If I'm being asked what I want to happen in the future, I'd say human extinction. Bring the dinosaurs back. Bring back the cave-dwelling stupid people but brave enough to hunt mammoths-which are bigger species of creation that would easily squash your flesh and bones like you're just a little snail being stepped on by a heartless dipsomaniac - even if I can't be alive to witness it. Yep, the kind of humans I want. Brave, fearless, worthy to lead, the ones who don't think women are weak and should be abused, the ones who think black people are as special as they are. Not the ones who cry in front of the camera to gather more followers. Not the ones who record themselves as they give the homeless food and claim that they're kind, generous, and caring for others. Because they're not.
So, if people went crazy and I was the only one who realized it, I would let them run to the road and get themselves rolled over by ton-weighed wheels, or let them pull their eyes out, eat them and wander off to the road and get themselves rolled over by ton-weighed wheels. Yes, I was repeating. I was just trying to point out my point.
Humans are stupid beings who think they're the most dominant creatures on Earth that they'd decided to eat their pets. If that's true, I would have eaten my own dogs and my cat before I could even raise them. If there were ever a zombie apocalypse, the first thing I would do is keep my pets alive, survive, and have fun watching everyone eat each other. Because it would be fun.
Can't believe Karen Smith is giving me a D for this pointless essay. I spent hours just to form words out of nothing to do this and all I get is a D.
Is it wrong to be honest with my own thoughts? Well, if it's affecting her, then maybe it makes sense. But it's just a thought. A what if. People going insane isn't going to happen, is it?
It's not like I'm actually secretly planning for human extinction. I'm not that smart enough for that. But if I was, maybe I would have done it way before I had to write a nonsense fifty-point, 500-word essay about insanity even though I only wrote 435.
Who would do anything for just some 50 points? I'm graduating. I should be part of the top list of honors, even though it's not my honor to be an honor. But I'm doing ridiculous things for my parents to pay them back because they're too stupid to not just dump me inside the scented balloon or just kill me in the stomach with some contraceptives.
Franken State High is the torture place for everybody. It's the biggest and newest school in Southern New Grasslands. It's wide, expensive, thousands of students attend the school. It looks more like a university than a high school. Yet, the color scheme seems like a mistake. Unknown shade of green and pure white accents the walls of every classroom. It makes the school look cheap.
Students wear the grossest shade of blue, plaid skirts because they can't think of any cooler uniform design. Vests would have been perfect, but they chose a white plain top, and a necktie made up of excess clothing for the plaid skirts.
The school has a gymnasium, a fitness hub, a library full of used and damaged books, three lunchrooms, two vending machines, four three-storey buildings, and a long hallway next to the one-story classrooms. Basically, the place is wide. Nothing really interesting.
We only get to have one break each for snack time and lunch between the 11-hour torture. Agonizing, isn't it? My respective classroom is on the second floor of a three-story building that's just been finished seven weeks ago. The room is painted with pure white with two doors at the front and back row, so whenever I want to sneak out, I'll just use the back row door. Very convenient. Basically, every classroom has two doors and is painted white or disgusting light green. Each story has six rooms which make the hallway a long road to run around. The balcony has an exquisite view of the roofs of every other classroom with damaged, lost pairs of shoes on top of them.
I pretend to look outside the balcony to actually just eye onto the people who befriended me five years ago. I'm not even sure why they think I'm their friend or if they actually do. I'd tell them jokes but I don't think it's funny enough for them to laugh at it, or they'd only think my face is laughable.
Aaliyah is a crazy person. She hops randomly through hallways despite having a weak heart. Lenore is the richest among us. She is a Chinese teenage modeling prodigy and she's best friends with the Japanese, small-eyed sketch artist, Aaliyah.
And I don't really know how to talk to Claude. All he does is nods and 'mms' and 'okay'. Mark is the darkest and tallest among all of us. He mocks everyone else's heights.
Kirby? He's an adorable person. But sometimes he thinks he's mean and tries to say something about me that might have offended me forever, but I only think of it as his way of speaking. It's like he was trying to say mama, but all he could do was dada.
Josh is one of a kind. He's also a Japanese-American who likes to pick on anyone. Yet he calls me his big sister despite being only older than him by eleven days. Mark is the tallest and oldest among us, and he literally looks like an uncle with his beard which he never wants to lose. Josh may offend somebody for picking on them, Mark is the one who just picks you up like you're some kid and pulls you away from trouble.
George acts like he's Mark's gopher. He also mocks everybody and sometimes ends up in an alley beaten. The next day, he'd call Mark and the other boys so they could get revenge on the guys who beat George. I'm not even sure why I'm friends with these guys.
Patrick is a tall guy and he's all for video games, so he isn't relatable, and he moved to another school because his mother didn't want him to hang out with us anymore. Jay is also in another school, so we barely see each other. I wonder what he looks like now.
Ysa and I have been to the same kindergarten so I knew her since I had all the other punks in my life. Katy is the closest one to her. They've also moved to different schools.
There's another group of friends from my class who 'adopted' me, but only for one thing: homework. If I didn't have it, I'm out of the league. And they gossip, so I don't really hang out with them much. And besides, I never needed their attention.