Today has been one of those days where nothing important happens and yet somehow it still manages to be exhausting.
School was the usual parade of loud conversations, unnecessary drama, and people acting like whatever they’re talking about is the most important thing in the universe. I don’t understand how everyone has so much energy for things that don’t matter.
It’s honestly impressive.
Of course the only actually interesting thing today was the Solitaire prank.
When everyone got to school this morning, there were playing cards taped everywhere.
Not in obvious places either.
On the back of bathroom doors.
On the ceiling of one of the hallways.
Every single card was from a solitaire deck, but they weren’t random. They were arranged in little solitaire layouts all over the school.
Someone even built a full solitaire game on the floor of the library using cards.
The librarians were not pleased.
Teachers kept pulling cards off walls all day like they were cleaning up after some bizarre card tornado. Every time someone removed one, another student would find a different set somewhere else.
At one point someone found a king of hearts taped to the headmaster’s office door.
Which is honestly the funniest thing that’s happened all week.
Which means everyone is blaming Solitaire again.
At this point Solitaire has become less of a person and more of a school legend. Something weird happens and everyone just shrugs and goes “Yeah, probably Solitaire.”
I’m starting to think half the school secretly wants it to keep happening just so something interesting exists here.
Because otherwise this place would be unbelievably boring.
Home is exactly as peaceful as you’d expect.
My parents have been arguing for the past two hours about something incredibly important like whose fault it is that the washing machine sounds weird. I stopped listening after the first fifteen minutes.
Michael has been sending me messages all evening claiming he has “new evidence” about Solitaire.
His evidence is that the king of hearts means something symbolic.
I didn’t ask what it symbolises because I know I’ll regret the answer.
Sometimes I think Michael’s brain is powered entirely by chaos.
Honestly, it’s kind of impressive.
Right now I’m sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing, which is probably the most productive part of my day.
Outside it’s completely dark and quiet, which feels weird after how loud school was earlier.
Nighttime is the only part of the day where everything finally stops shouting for a few hours.
Tomorrow everyone will probably go back to pretending they care about homework and gossip and whatever pointless thing is trending this week.
But for one day at least, the entire school was covered in playing cards.
Which, I’ll admit, was mildly entertaining.
If one small prank can distract an entire school for a whole day…
maybe everyone was bored to begin with.
