Jambite

II

I think I've been zombified. You ever watch those movies where people move without brains, only acting on base impulses such as eating and moving? Now that describes me after the jamb bombshell hit me and shattered my dreams of becoming a musician. For three days after that news, I just live impulsively. No plans. No arrangements. My body unkempt. My hair dishevelled. No joy.

Two friends of mine were visiting today though. The fourth day after my own personal 9/11. I hope they enjoy my company.

Anna and Karen are here. Annoying as usual. I think my current emotional state is making me exaggerate things though. We've been at scrabble for some time now and I'm losing by a wide margin, but who cares.

Anna just won again, I honestly hate the way she gloats over her wins. I hate the way Karen keeps her cool as if she's actually the one on top of the game. I hate the way they both stare at me as if something is wrong. I hate everything.

I swipe the whole scrabble game out of my bed and rush into my bathroom to cry out my sorrows.

Everything gets me upset. I'm such a child. I cry some more, then open the bathroom door to find that my friends had left. Perfect.

I had some studying to do anyway. My father had promised me a brand new phone if I scored above 250 in the forthcoming exam. Well, I was up for a challenge and boy do I love one.