The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things
Copyright 2011 Jack-a-Dreams Press
The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?
"I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" She brought it up while I was packing, and I didn't realize immediately that it was a break-up speech.
"See you. Run around like this."
"Like this," I repeated, feeling like an idiot. I had no idea what she was talking about. "I'm kind of busy getting expelled and kicked off campus, Misty, can we do this later?"
She ignored me, "You guys are like little kids with big squirt guns. One of these days, this is going to get serious and someone's going to decide I'm a terrorist or something."
I glared at her. "If you think protesting is just a bunch of kids playing around, if you're not worried about Vietnam and the Department of Superhuman Affairs and civil rights, maybe we're better off without you." I went back to packing, throwing my clothes into the suitcase instead of folding them.
"Maybe I'm better off without you." Misty shook her head. "You and your friends are a lot of fun, but I need something with less temptation. Something more stable. I'm going to get my license anyway."
I stared at her stupidly and then I laughed, not sure what else to say. "You're going to be a licensed meta? A superhero?"
"Ray's sponsoring me."