by Tab

Why Katie Stine has to die.

I immediately realized using my bagels as a weapon may have been a bad contemplation

as she turned and glared at me.  Yes, I used her skull as a target.

As the satisfaction of abusing my friend with baked goods was dissipating, her reaction

was violent. Laughing, I begged absolution; I thought she’d forgive and forget.

Its incidents like this that makes me to want to think on the consequences of my actions.

As I sat at the computer in the lounge later that fateful day, typing away, at a sonnet

I sweated and scratched and tapped and tapped, oblivious to her intention,

as Katie slid into the seat besides me and proceeded to commit

her act of retaliation. She leaned over me swiftly and held down some keys,

closing my program before me. I attempted to pull on the file but it had corrupted.

The lyrical verse, that I had worked on all afternoon, was gone. Because of Katie.

“I’m going to stab you with a dull spoon!” I calmly erupted.

She looked at me with a guilty smile: “But I did not mean to delete your file.” 

This is why, though I have tried, I cannot forgive Katie Stine and I am still hostile.

Between my first conscious thought at 7:00am, "Ok, time to get up," and my next conscious thought, "Ok, you really need to get up," two hours passed.

It seemed to me that these thoughts came one right after the other.

Apparently not.

Oops.

Sorry April.

I smell like incense.