Why is the world such a cruel place? I feel like I'm trapped in it. A huge cage and no end in sight. It goes on and on and on. Emo Ute smiles. She likes this kind of thinking.
Mrs. Tomie is absent today. Perhaps good will prevail in the end? But I am still discontent. The world curses me by the break of every new day. I'm in love with Manuel, but he has a crush on VSCO girl. But what about, oh, Mr. Julius Plato S.?
"Ahoy!! I came back from th' hospital motivated, arrrr." He has an eye patch and talks like a pirate.
I could have sworn he was going to scream that he couldn't hear us. I would have loved to shout in his ear if he had wanted it that way.
But no, I cannot! I can't have two, not the stupid Manuel and the handsome Julius Plato S. at the same time.
I'm not a machine, I'm a human being of flesh and blood!
What should I do? I sense a feeling that is suffocating me: Hopelessness. Why me?
"Sksksksks! Helllloooo, guys!! My name is Angela Merle, save the turtles!! And I ooop. Nice to meet you, Juliiuss, eeehhhh?"
"Arrrr. Ye be th' new sailor on board?"
"Aye aye captain!"
"I can't hear ye!!!"
He really did it...
"OOOOOHH… O Christmas tree!"
No!!!11!!1! What is happening? Why is it happening to me? I'm collapsing!1!!!1! I would love to lie on the street now but I never get run over. I look at Ute and throw myself on her. Then we both break down. I can't, I just can't!!
Julius Plato S. briefly ends his plaintive howling and looks at us with a malicious expression. It can't get any worse, I think, but I am very much mistaken.
"Omae wa mou shindeiru!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT a Frenchman?!?!?!11?!", I scream. The hospital has sure destroyed his very soul.
"You are useless! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!!", he shouts.
I am shocked. Julius Plato S. has become an evil goblin.
"Arrrr! Come here, ye sourpuss!!!!!1!!1!!1"
"Never! Before you do, you have to get my cold dead body first!"
The VSCO girl clears her throat.
"Attention please! Well, my hobbies are saving turtles with my paper skskstraw, watering the rainforests with my hydro flask and making and doing Tik Tok memes!"
Emo Ute's face recoils in disgust.
"Burn, you hydro-cow! Just like the rainforest because of your paper straw!!!!"
"Arrr, me crew! 'ave ye got an internship yet?"
"Aye, aye, captain!", VSCO gleams.
"What?", I yell in confusion.
The last time I felt this confused was when someone told me that my mother cooked my pet rabbit. I thought she bathed... without fur. In spite of everything, she tasted delicious. RIP Daisy.
"He means the work experience sksksksk. And I oop, you forgot????"
"Arrr, sailor Kaithleen, 'ave ye chosen a deck t' swab?"
Julius Plato S. waves to me. I almost feel like crying.
"But, but, LORD JULIUS PLATO S.! I don't have an internship yet because I'm too smart for that!1!!1 :("
"Arrr, reportin' somethin' like that shall get ye across th' plank! Even sailor Manuel has a galleon in Boomer's galley!"
"You're a galley!", Manuel snorts.
"Arr, then we'll 'ave t' reel in a ship on land!"
"Uhh... I guess Apple or something like that. YouTube would be good."
"The EVIL MARKET, Kaithleen! ARE YOU INSANE?!!1!!11! APPLE IS EVIL1!!11!"
Emo Ute shouts distraught and keeps hitting me with her rotten broom. My face is close to breaking.
"ARRRRR!!", shouts Julius Plato S.,
"Th' noble pirate always dreams o' voyages around th' seven seas, but ye be certainly nah a pirate! Ye will loot care o' th' ole 'n th' young, as society willst."
Emo Ute jumps up in excitement.
"OMG! Into the kinder garden! We can beat up children together!!"
She looks funny when she smiles, like:

Donald Trump.
I'd rather work in Boomer's latrine and drown in dung than putting up a fake smile 24/7 and feeding mature women over 80. I hate them!!!!1!!1
"Arrrr, even an one-eyed ole pirate like me envies that ye still 'ave th' chance t' be surrounded by mature wenches. Had I only chosen a different profession!",
Mr. Julius Plato S. cries bitterly.
"Farrgin' sprogs.", he whispers.
"B-b-b-b-but... LORD JULIUS PLATO S. Have you, a teacher of Philosophy, never heard of Darwin's evolution theory?!!!111!
The weak, namely the old, are merely worn out shells of a once glorious generation whose heyday is long gone!!!1! They are only loading burdens on society and don't contribute anything now, thus making their very existence obsolete for the survival of humanity!!!1!"
My lips are dried from the intensity of my speech.
Julius Plato S. rolls his eyes.
I inhale deeply,
"You will be my new enemy! I challenge you to a DUDUDUDUDDUEEEEELLLL!"
There goes his other eye.
"She has a sksksksksks stroke! Heeeelp! Save the turtles!"
"Arrrr, at 12 wit' cutlasses! May th' better cap'n win!"
Manuel finally gets a chance to speak.
"Um....." A witty remark.
I blush. He wants to protect me!1!!
"May I film? For Youtube?"
I feel my heart breaking. My will to resist is exhausted. I give up.
"To the kids it is then..."
I don't want any more. I can't. My soul has turned into a much darker black. I have lost everything. My head is pounding, I can't stand it anymore!!!1!!11
I turn to my last ray of hope. The road.
Let's see if life goes on, or if God gives me the sweet release of death.
I feel how everything suddenly becomes much heavier, the gravity of reality pulling me to the center of the earth. I am really afraid of it, and I know that nobody can help me. Maybe not even myself.
No… There is still Manuel and Julius Plato S. There are always good sides in life. I must never let myself be brought down! Fight!
A Barbie bicycle along the toddler rides right into my face after this decision. What a shitty day.