Nooooo!

School beckons me with the twisted arm of fate!

It is terrible, terrible I say!

I do not want school eggs and ham, I do not want them Sam I am!

I cry. In the darkness. With the rain.

I know! Will re-read Hamlet.

I identify with Hamlet.

If my mother married my father's brother who murdered my father, and I slowly went insane and we all died of poison at the end.

And if I had a friend named Horatio.

Which I don't.

But we both had parental issues.

So there.