My brother gets what he wants, and in this case, that means my calculator. It doesn't matter that I need it for school. He will be the one who is defended. I remember fighting before standing over and holding down three bodies in the vessel of a destroyed vehicle. They were covered in newspaper, something we might have wanted. I never felt like I was evil. I just felt like I was doing my part. When it came to choosing electives, I had first became interested in film. Yet, it was nothing but adaptations. The only joy I felt was when I played the parts. I had no memory of choosing anything, and I thought that to myself as the school counselor looked on longingly as I filled out a coursesheet. I later left the classroom after being slowed down by pretentious and boring books and movies. It didn't matter, because I realized it was a dream already. I saw a dog in the hallway who liked to bite things, because its job was to drag bags around. It was so adorable! It bit my shirt as a greeting. The girl holding it was like that boy from A Dog of Flanders. I didn't pack my own lunch, and when I wanted to give something of mine to a girl I liked, she had an allergic reaction and started dancing, stimming, and having a seizure all at the same time. My brother gets what he wants. My calculator I have no memory of choosing anything I don't care for psychology class and the pretentious boring books on race and friendship we read. Or the movie. I want to explore evil. A dog who bites to move bags around A girl I give the lunch my parents packed for me only for her to have an allergic reaction that causes her to dance automatically