24.A Thoughtless Naught

Before you read the first part of "A Thoughtless Naught" know that I'd changed my mind and decided not to seclude my story Opusses to only Sundays, but to open it up to any day in the week.

Prologue

My name is Tamika, as is my grandmother's but I go by Mikka, and she goes by Tammy. I don't know how it started happening, but in class I've been marked as an outcast. If I ever try to make myself fit in it doesn't work. The olny people I talk to are Ren, Phoebe, Phil and Bill. Those are the people that I can really trust. In school I have to sit through the endless "thou"s and "thy"s of Shakespeare in English. The inumerable amounts of numbers and letters in Algebra, and the more interesting but less useful History, Chemistry, and Civics. Also French which just seems like everythin is, to put it one way: "Presque encore vu jamais touché." Even though I speak French well, during class when I'm called upon my brain says "You know all that French you know? Well now you don't." So there's that. Ren also speaks French good, I mean really good. He can recite an entire book in French. Bill usually doesn't pay attention in class, but since he's from France, his parents already taught him when he was like two. Pheobe and Phil took Spanish and German respectively, so I know less about what thier classes do. My mother's name is Nancy Pierce and my father's is Nathaniel Pierce. My grandmother, as I said earlier has the name Tamika but unlike me, her last name is Jordan, not Pierce. At least I have a last name separating me from her "tragedy" as she describes it. At least I hopes it separates me from it.