Each day feels more and more depressing.

Roman was yelling at me constantly, Me and Virgil anyway.  I wish Roman wasn't such a... a...

DICK!

I wish he wasn't such a dick. Maybe there's something I can do about it... But the only person who could do that is... There is no way I'm running to him.

Plus I would have to go back there...

I pulled my pillow over my head, hoping to smother my thoughts until they died.

But I ended up throwing it across the room. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door, "Breakfast is ready, kiddo."

I said nothing. I finally forced myself to get up and throw on some clothes. I barely had enough will to brush my hair.

I wonder what I'm going to get yelled at for Today

I descended down the stairs and sat at the table.

Logan was reading, Nyxcie was trying to balance a fork on her finger, Virgil was staring off into the distance, and Roman was sharping his sword, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and looked up as Patton began placing plates in front of everyone.

"So, Thomas is planning a party!" 

I almost choked, "WHAT?!" I shouted. Everyone looked at me, Roman glaring, Logan giving me a blank look, Virgil a panicked one, Nyxcie blinked sympathetically at me, and Patton looked surprised.

I started going through all the possible failures that could come out of this...

Bad decorations...

Friends hate it...

Friends don't show up...

Hurricane kills everyone...

Oh god, I have to stop this!

I gulped down the rest of my pancakes and excused myself.

I ran up the stairs and face planted on my bed. Okay, let's see... I can end some thoughts to make Thomas change his mind. Yeah, It'll be okay... I can stop this.

I was about to transmit the thought when someone knocked on the door. I knew who it was, but I opened it anyway.

Peering through the crack of the door I asked, "What is it that you need, Roman?"

"I just want to make sure you're not going to stop Thomas from planning this party." I simply shut the door in his face and locked the door.

But he rose into my room, "Fear of Failure, What are you doing?" Roman narrowed his eyes, "My JOB." I shouted and transmitted the thought.

"You... You transmitted a thought. You BITCH!"

His language surprised me, he had never insulted anyone like that. Guess I'm special.

"Get. The. Fuck. OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled, and he sunk out.

I sat on my bed and replayed the scene in my head. I had to do something about him, and FAST.

Aye, I lost the courage to write this halfway through lol