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"Education as a Lifestyle"
Her name is Kendall. She’s 17 years old, and has a very unhealthy obsession with the holocaust in Germany. She loves to read about it and watch about it and anything that has to do with it. She doesn’t realize just how unhealthy her obsession is for her, and she never will.
I’m driving home from school when I decide to start reading the book I just got from the library today. I know I shouldn’t be reading and driving at the same time, but whatever, I haven’t gotten into an accident yet. I grab the book and flip it open to the page I was recently on.
I’m really into the book when I notice extremely bright headlights coming directly at me. I look up and realize that I don’t have any time to react. I hear the initial crash of my car and the truck and smack my head forward onto the steering wheel.
I wake up in the hospital. I don’t remember anything.
“What happened?” I ask, my voice dry and crackling.
“Honey, you got into an accident,” my mother says sadly.
“We’re so glad you’re okay,” my father said.
I suddenly become extremely angry and demand that they tell me the truth.
“We are telling you the truth! You were too busy reading that darned book to actually pay attention to your driving! Maybe this time, you’ll learn to put the book down and actually pay some attention to your surroundings!” my mother spits at me. She turns around and runs out of the room with tears in her eyes.
I look at my dad. His eyes are glued to the T.V., pretending to ignore me.
“Dad, I need to know the truth,” I say.
“Look kid, that is the truth. I don’t know why you think we’re lying, but we’re telling the honest truth. Why would we lie about this?” he says back to me.
“I know that someone set this up. They wanted me to die in that accident, but I didn’t. That wasn’t an accident, dad. Someone is out to get me.”
My parents look at me as if I were insane.
“That’s just a side effect of the head injury. She should be back to her normal thinking in a few days,” the doctor says.
“Mom, I don’t want to go to school!” I say.
“Honey, you have to. You haven’t been to school since your accident. You have to now.” Mom says back to me.
“They’re going to get me there, Mom. If you want me to stay alive, you’ll let me stay home. You’re lucky I didn’t die in the accident. You know that someone is out to get me.” I say, hoping she’ll actually believe me this time.
“I wonder if you hit your head just a little bit too hard in your accident,” she says jokingly.
I walk out into the living room to try and convince my dad to let me stay.
“Don’t even try to convince me today. Listen to your mother. You’re going.” He says angrily.
I walk out into the garage and get into my car. Maybe they will get me today. Maybe then my parents will believe what I had to say.
I get to school and all of the teachers walk up to me at once. They start hugging me and ask me how I’m feeling, and if I remember anything from the accident.
“I don’t remember anything and if I did, I wouldn’t tell any of you. You are all just trying to get more information on me to be able to take me out easier. You just want me gone,” I say.
They all look at me as if I’m crazy. I turn around and walk back to my car. I get in and drive straight home.
My parents are trying to get me to talk to this stupid counselor. I know he’s just trying to get my whereabouts and what I do with my time so that he can tell his leaders. He’s one of the low guys, the ones that do the grunt work. I know someone is out to get me, and I have a feeling it’s the government.
“Kendall, do you have anything you want to talk about immediately?” asks the counselor.
All I do is look at him and shake my head. “No,” I say. There’s no way I’m talking to this guy.
“Are you sure? Your parents seem to think there’s something going on up there that you’re not saying anything about. You can trust me,” he says.
“I can trust you? Are you insane? All you’re trying to do is get inside my head so your guys can get me. There’s no way I would ever trust you,” I say angrily.
“Do you guys have any idea what she’s talking about?” he asks my parents.
“We have no idea; she’s been going on like this ever since her accident. She won’t even stay in school a whole day,” my dad says.
My mother is crying at this point, and I don’t even know why. There’s no point in all of this. I’m just fine.
“Well, there’s definitely something mentally wrong with your daughter. Don’t worry, if she keeps coming here, we can talk our way back to the way things were before the accident,” he says with a promising tone.
At this point, I decide that this guy has no idea what he’s doing, and decide to leave. I’m not going to sit here and listen to someone tell my parents that I have a mental issue that obviously isn’t there. I know he just wants me to keep coming back so that it’s easier for his guys to take me out. I know exactly where to go as I walk out the door.
I walk into the building where I know the guys who want to take me out are hiding. There’s no way that I’m going to let them get to me. I’m going to take them out first.
I walk up to the reception desk and demand to the mayor of the city. I know for a fact that he’s here. She looks at me like I’m crazy. I pull a pistol out of my pocket and show it to her. She immediately gets up from her desk and shows me the way.
This is perfect, there was no fuss right away. This is going to be easier than I thought.
I walk into a room after the receptionist, while putting the pistol back into my pocket. I see the mayor and every other important person in the city gathered around a table. They all look up at me. I demand that everyone in the room puts their cell phones onto the table. They start laughing, but stop abruptly when I show them my pistol.
Everyone gets serious. They reach into their pockets simultaneously and pull out their phones. They set them onto the table. I can tell they’re all nervous. I can’t tell if it’s because everyone here knows who I am or because I have a gun.
I demand to know why they’re out to get me, and still, no one answers. The mayor starts saying something about how they have no idea who I am. I yell at him to tell me the truth when I hear someone starting to bang on the door of the room. I take one of the empty chair and shove it underneath the handle so that no one can get in. I close all of the curtains in the room. I tell them that they have one last chance to tell me the truth or someone is going to get hurt.
Once again, the mayor starts spitting out false information at me, so I point my pistol right at his head.
“I hope you’ve-“ I start to say. I feel an immense pain in my lower abdomen. I look down and see blood oozing out of a gunshot wound. I’m guessing someone in here was able to notify the police. I drop to the floor and think, “This is the end,” My vision fades to black and I can slowly feel my heart stop. This is my end.
Kendall’s parents are getting all of Kendall’s things out of the wrecked car. As soon as they open the passenger door, a book falls out. Her mother picks it up, and she notices instantly that it isn’t just any book. She opens it up and sees that it’s Kendall’s handwriting. She wasn’t reading anything. She was writing her own story. Just reading two pages made her mother realize that Kendall was very good at hiding just how insane she was. Both her mother and father knew she had an obsession with the holocaust, but they didn’t realize that Kendall thought that it was reoccurring.