Birds of a feather go mental together.
When I was 7, I wasn't the best-behaved little girl. Always in trouble and all.

My partner in crime was another girl my age whose name I don't remember anymore. We did general naughty children things and got into trouble for it. We were always sent to the office.

One incident ended in a trip to the principal's office together, where he told us he was fed up and would consider getting the school counselor involved. He said if we kept getting into trouble he wouldn't be surprised if we ended up in an institution in the future. The other girl changed schools soon after and I didn't see her again.

As time went on, it became more apparent that I was more than just a trouble maker, I was loony. My parents sent me to a mental hospital in the city, an hour and a half away.

And when I got into the unit's common room the next morning, there she was, Nameless Partner In Crime Girl. She was there for trying to stab her sister or something like that.

And though I would be hospitalized there once again in a few years, I thankfully haven't seen her since.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Thu 8 Feb 2007, 22:25, Reply)