Day 13 I hate Mondays. Not like everyone else hates Mondays but in a horrible individual kind of hatred that starts of with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I wake up in the morning. Mondays are just another reminder of how shitty my #life really is. The same thing happens every week and on Monday it all starts over again. Everything was more or less the same today. It all begins with school, I walk into class ten minutes late, everyone shuts up and I dump my homework on my terrified teacher's desk. I make my way to the back of the class and my "classmates" make sure to stay out of my way. I slide down my seat, stare out the window and then the lesson gradually begins again. Every once in a while someone would turn around in their chair to look at me and then quickly advert their eyes when I stared back. No one sat in front or beside me or anywhere near me for that matter. On our first day we were given assigned seats but after the first week no one really gave a crap and tried to sit as far away as they possibly could from me and of course as far away as they possibly could from him, even if they didn't know he was there. I don't know why the Garda haven't been informed of my odd and very, extremely dangerous characteristics, I guess that he has something to do with all that though so I don't question. Oh and don't ask why I go to school in the first place, I don't know. He makes me, he FORCES me. I think he wants to learn about us and shit like that. I dunno, world abomination maybe? Anyway out of the whole extremely crap Monday I have to say lunch is the worst part of the whole damn day because I have to sit in a single space for over forty minutes all by myself, right after I have walked into the staff room and nicked some of the teacher's food. Today was a bit odd though because today there was a new boy, a new, sharp, sly, deadly boy who kept to himself most of the time apart from when he walked straight past everyone's warnings and plonked himself right down into the chair just to the right of mine. This boy turned his head towards me slightly, smirked and said "Morning Joy."