I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to go to school. Maybe I should play sick, but I've done that too many times this year already. The bathroom is right next to my bed, so I don't have to put on a robe or anything. I go in and lock the door behind me, and then the door that leads to the hallway, and then the one that separates the shower and toilet from the sink. It's weird that this bathroom has three locking doors, but I like it. If I ever have to hide from anyone, like a burglar or something, or just really want to be by myself, I can come in here and lock all the doors. The shower is warm when I get in and I suck a little water into my mouth and spit it out again. I'm going to be in such trouble. It's like a black cloud hanging over my head, like in cartoons when it's only raining on the one guy and it follows him around wherever he goes, even indoors. That guy is me. I run the whole thing back in my head. I did so many things wrong, I can't even believe it. I shouldn't have taken the matches from Adam.
