I had two nosebleeds in school this year. In fact, they were the first nosebleeds I had in my life. Hmm. Must be the girls in IB. But anyway I've since developed a sense of paranoia whenever my nose itches andI swipe at it, suddenly stopping for fear there'll be a streak of scarlet on my hand. And well, it all goes runny from there.
So I was doing the last shreds of my second Math paper, when my nose itched again. Calculating the angle between the two vectors, if I remember correctly. So gingerly, I reached and rubbed my nose, immediately glancing at my hand afterwards. I know, it seems gross to have any interest in the tangible attributes of nostril secretion, but the last thing I wanted to have on my scalar products was well, blood. Accidental of all things. If I wanted to have crimson liquid on my Math paper I'd slit my wrist.
I got the shock of my life. There was this tinge of azure liquird on plam, something akin to the alien blood you see in those B movies and for an instant I thought the Math paper had really got to me. hahaha. It was the ink from my pen, anyhow, but for one moment I questioned my existence right there. Right there.
And then it dawned on me, like a voice from above bathed in white light and ambient music, that there are many uncertainties in this life. And sometimes you wonder who, or what you can place your trust in for a long time. But, I guess if the whole world fades away shrouded in shadow, and you're in the dastardly limbo of unknowing purpose, at least be comforted by the fact that you,
bleed red.
Delivered at 11:03 AM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
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