Glassface

Part I

A tale like no other...

I hate my name. My name is Bennre. It's supposed to mean "rotten fossil" in some language that doesn't exist. That's right. On August 4th my dad named me after a language he made up. And the woman agreed, the woman I call my mom.

My last name is Jiszce, and is also a name that my dad created. In 1990 my dad changed his last name to Jiszce, which means "new power cord" in some language that doesn't exist. Worst of all, my last name is pronounced: Jeez. That's right. On August 4th, my dad adopted me the name Bennre Jiszce. I hate my name.

PART I

The Bennre Disease.

Bennre slopped {slopped has two meanings in her dad's language} through the crooked conversation lab (family room).

Bennre hated everything. She hated the door next to the scruffy sofa, she hated the color of the scruffy sofa, she hated the scruffy cushions on the scruffy sofa, and she hated the scruffy sofa.

She hated her house, her school, her desk, her room, and her dad. Her dad who gave her a scruffy name. A stinking scruffy sofa name. This hatred was called the Bennre Disease (or at least that's what her dad said).

Bennre hunkered into the corner of the hated scruffy sofa. Her homework was ensconced up inside of a textbook which lay atop of a hated pink rose bouquet; which was almost near extinction due to neglect and lack of water.

Bennre withdrew her homework from the textbook by sweeping it onto the ground with the back of her hand. I am pretty sure I know what penetrate means. I hate vocab. I mean, penetrate does sounds like paralyze; how hard could vocab be anyway? Bennre thought.

Bennre hated school, just like she hated everything. It was boring, a waste of time, and stressful. Plus, the school she went to was the worst school you could get into. North Station Private School for Individuals.

Bennre's friends were paramountly fencing stars in North Station Private School for Individuals (in North Station, "individual" meant that these children were too whimsical for public banausic school) and were diligent people. They will eventually be moved into humdrum, normal school next November. But not Bennre.

Bennre picked at the dirt under her glossy nails. She knew after what she did the day before would cause the terrible gaping of Ms. Renee's glare, and she hated Ms. Renee.

Bennre hated things so much, she hated herself.

Nevertheless, this would all change soon.