Today at school I had a bandaid over my forehead. I had it on bc I had scratched of a pimple three times and it kept growing back painfully. And I didn't want to scratch it off again, so I covered it. All frikkin day I had people asking me, "Why is there a bandaid on your face?" And I responded with "I'd rather not answer that." Or if they were my friend, I told them. And at lunch I lost a friend because I told him, and ten minutes later he asked, in a very odd voice, "how dem pimples doin?" And then I disowned his from friend family. And in gym, someone that had called me crazy an entire school year and bullied me, forgot who I was after two years. So, e asked me in a semi kind voice, "You ok? Why do you have a bandaid, did you fall or something?" And I was actually shocked.

But, at the end of the day, someone came up to me and said- "You got legs on your face." And then smiled and walked off. The bandaid did the thing where the sides come apart and get annoying. And that was when I added another person to the: 'if I was in the purge, who would I kill?' List.