I flinch, and my fingernails cut my palm.

Clench your fists, Kat. Grind your teeth. Bite your tongue. Stare straight ahead. Do whatever it takes not to make an ass of yourself.
So, I had a nap. I don't think it was a deep enough sleep to dream anything, but when I came around, I was curled up, hugging Sour Kraut (my new plushie for my collection) and my mom and sister were bad-mouthing me in the hall. My mom hates it when I sleep. You know, because heaven forbid I should exercise my right to sleep when I'm fucking tired. Then Meagan came in to turn off my lamp and I pretended to be asleep.
No school tomorrow. I'm going to stay home most of the day, and then go to my dad's, and on Saturday, providing the weather is good, skiing! I love skiing. It's a great way to forget about everything. The mountains are always so lovely, and I feel like I'm flying. Yah, it's cool.