"April showers bring May flowers, at least, that's what my big sister used to tell me. That was before she left for college. Before she left me here in this godforsaken place. This place is a living nightmare. This place is what most call "high school,"but I like to call it "the torturous purgatory before adulthood." 

I like to think of myself as the only moderately sane person here. However, I'm not sure everyone else sees it that way. The people here are completely nuts, wacko, they've got more than just a couple of screws loose in their heads. I, on the other hand, am completely somewhat normal. Then again, that's exactly what a crazy person would say, isn't it? Oh well, I guess being crazy is better than being normal around here. Normal for these weirdos is constant creepy smiles and passive aggressive comments with overly sweet attitudes. It's all so fake.

I'm not talking fake like imaginary, no, I'm talking fake like cold, hard silicon barbie dolls fake. These people are faker than my love for cauliflower and let me tell you, I HATE cauliflower. It's actually kind of funny though. Everyday I wait for them to break character or to completely just give up the act. It's happened a couple of times but no one ever mentions it. 

I've tried to bring it up before but everyone just goes along like it was never even said. I guess I just don't really fit in here. I don't doubt that the people here think I'm completely mental. I break all of their dumb little rules all of the time. I skip school, I blare my music driving through town, I drink, and I even tried to throw a party once but no one came. Everyone else abides by the rules like their lives depend on it. I mean, come on, have some fun once in a while. The people here are blander than water. 

I just wanted to add some excitement to the town. There was never any until I did all of this." I took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eyes and finished my long winded confession.

"And that, Officer, is why I had to murder my twin."