I could write my thought processes down but I don't want the teacher to read anything.
I'll just write something that's okay if found.
I don't wanna be sad anymore.
Great, that does it. The first line I wrote indicates that I'm sad.
I have to look up 'Brain in a Vat'
And now I reveal that I'm a nerd who likes creepy concepts like brain in a vat.
I'll read manga. Manga is cute.
Manga? Here? I'm a long way from home and I can't run away, mostly because my leg is hurting. Also because mum will destroy me if I run away from science class, but I swear, if I had three kills that could be forgiven, I'd kill the science teacher, The maths teacher and finally M.Prakash, the guy who started all of this off.
I should stop arguing with myself.
But it seems like I'm stuck with myself for now. And I suppose it's better than being stuck with someone else.
Now I'm making myself mad. How lovely. I never realized how cheeky I truly am.
This is getting creepier than the creepiest creepypasta.