Journal #43

     I sit down to take the test.  A few days ago I would have never imagined I would ever find myself in this position.  Ever.  Yet now it doesn't seem so unexpected.  I've done this to myself, and I know that.  I love him.
     It started two days ago.  Walker wanted grapes.  He wanted green and I wanted purple.  The thing was he was at the store though, and I was not.  So he of course got green grapes.  I HATE GREEN GRAPES.  I couldn't imagine being anywhere near a refrigerator that contained such imbeciles of such a ghastly color.  
     I did have one solution though.  I had painted my room recently.  Purple.  I could make the grapes at least look purple.  They wouldn't be purple, but they could look purple.    
     When the ambulance was called was when I knew it had been wrong.  HE DESERVED IT THOUGH.  I love my brother.  BUT HE GOT GREEN ONES.  
     Now I sit here holding a yellow number two pencil with a white sheet of paper in front of me.  What is your name it asks?  I write my full name.  Letter by letter.  It asks about my family.  I tell them about my brother.  Who I love.  Even though he loves green grapes.  
     I finish the test with a smile on my face, for I know they will never take me.  I am too normal.  I have done this to myself, but it was only because I know that purple is better.  Walker surely knows this now too, and he will never buy green grapes again.  I HATE GREEN GRAPES.  I will go home and we will eat purple together. 
     I did this to myself, but Walker knows now.  He knows better.  

This is the perfect copy of this story, but in order to get full points, I shall post another, longer, version.