madison wood // d8 // cb fin

Living in this house is a fucking nightmare. I'm surrounded by fucking imbeciles, worthless shits who could hardly put a pen back together while I'm slaving away in the shed out back building the world's next greatest invention. Even just the thought of all those blueprints gets me all riled up. No one here seems to get it. Then again they aren't the brilliant girl genius that is moi.

Plus they're all ugly as hell - ain't got a fucking thing on me. The looks and the brains? I deserve a medal for just having to put up with rest of them.

If I wasn't so afraid of leaving this place I would. Not that anyone needs to know that. I ain't fixing to let any of the useless, titless swine here know that I've got a soft spot for them. Still, I'd hate to think they dislike me...

They couldn't possibly? Right? I mean, I'm me afterall. Sure, Tavi says mean things, but so do I, right? And he still gets to stay so, th-there's no way that they'd decide to get rid of me, e-even if they all wanted to-

I gnaw on my bottom lip, pick and pull apart my split ends as the thoughts swirl. Terrible habits, nervous ticks. I've always struggled when my hands were idle. I need something to take apart, to study, to create.

What's it matter what all those little pukes think of me? I've got plans—big plans. And if they think they can get in my way then they've got another thing coming.