Journal One "Whats up with this stuff?"

Dear Journal,

Everyone has been talking about this new age shit lately. Today Jessica Roberson walked in with a scarf around her neck saying, “Oh the energies are great today.” I mean does prep bitch even know what she’s talking about? Nonetheless looking like some cheap psychic. Then we have Mr. Thompson saying “Oh now kids don’t make me have to smudge this room again, brighten up.” And of course non other than my BEST friend Alex jabbering on about ghost and spirits. I mean why did it have to hit Belmont Wyoming.? I just see a bunch of Podunk’s running around and trying to see auras and reading Sylvia Browne books.
At lunch today there served hamburgers but hardly no one ate them and the ones who did held a prayer circle and blessed the “animal spirit” who gave its life. I bit into mine thanking that I was not one of those freaks. “Melody you should bless that before you eat it” he said coming back from the circle. “Oh the vibes of this food are great, so fresh. I should try to raise my vibes. And meditate. And oh I wonder what my totem is…” he continued. I couldn’t handle it anymore. This was getting way to out of hand. But I don’t know what had came over me. I stood up. “Would you stop it already! With your goddamn crystal necklaces and Archangels! And you Alex, If I’d wanted to bless my food I’d add more ketchup to my burger!” the cafeteria had come to a halt. Yet I know why whispers were not said. Everyone worried about their karma. Alex looked up staring at me despondently. Then grabbed his note books and ran off. And with a soft cry I could already know where this was headed.
“Ah Alex come on!” I said deciding to run after him. Down the halls I went and yet the cafeteria was at a soft mumble of “past life’s…..trouble….Uriel.” I met him at a dead end of a hall way wiping away tears. “Alex sorry, ok?” I said. But I knew the tone wasn’t honest. I touched his shoulder. “Go away,” he said. “Alex come on lets go back to lunch I bet Bethany’s telling a really funny story.” I grabbed his hand but he pulled away. “Fine Alex if your going to be a whiney little ninny, then be one. What?! Are my energies to harsh for you? God, Alex grow up!” I said.
And stormed back down the hallway.
Lunch was almost over. And a low buzz had just now risen from the crowd. The principal was there. And only came out like the pope on special occasions.
He looked at me dead in the eyes. And signaled me over to him. The cafeteria was taking quick glances. “Melody, we’ve had had this talk before now. You need to cool your temper life’s not going to get any…” “But Mr. Pedlor everyone’s…” “Just let it be Melody…trends don’t last forever…” he smiled. “Now I have assigned you to speak with Mr. Steinbeck. I know you two oddballs get along. So I’ll let you talk to him and take your next two classes off. How’s that?” I sighed, “Whatever.” Taking the yellow slip out of his hands.
Mr. Steinbeck is late. As usual. So I’m writing in this composition book I found. I could here Alex’s voice right now. “Hey, I bet the Universe supplied it too you.”

This is totally fictional. And is part of a series. Hope you like it:)
Constructive criticism and Comments are always welcome.
Amanda “Salem” Perkins