Nasty * NarcolepsyBefore I say anything else, you need to know that I hate Montgomery more than I hate anyone else on this planet.
She got her name from L.M. Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables. I got mine from Emily Dickinson, who was depressed as fuck. She got the smiles and, "Oh, your name is just so interesting! Where did that come from?" and so she smiled back. Stupid Montgomery was always smiling.
I hated it whenever anyone called me Montgomery. I faked narcolepsy just so that the attention would be switched to me. But when I was sent down to the nurse, she called my mother and said that Montgomery was sleeping in class.
Montgomery took the blame, too.
For seventeen years I never got in trouble. And yet I wasn't the good kid. I always got beaten to the punch if I ever tried to admit to anything. For seventeen years I never got grounded.
Somehow our mother always thought that I was the liar.
thank you, Reus Catalonia.
T
Is this story base don your life?
If so, i'm sorry. But you're a brilliant writer.
haha, no. a lot of them are, but this one isn't. and thank you!
T
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