Butterfly Effect: First Time

As a child I loved building things. Especially things that effecting other living creatures(mainly people but animals and bugs are cool too), like butterfly gardens. I don’t really know why because I'm not a huge fan of butterflies and I haven't actually built one either. In first grade, my school decided to build one. I didn't really take part but I felt as if I was some sort of large contributor of some sort. So much that I felt like an expert. 


So with my expertise, I decided to construct a garden of my own. I know you may be thinking, "aren't you a boy?" 


FIRST!!! how dare you think I'm feminine(homo)? I have a girlfriend. (sorry ladies) 


Second, when you went to a school called "sunshine and rainbows," this is to be expected. 


ANYWAY, I was building a butterfly garden, not a big one, just one flower. This flowing was a butterfly flow. Using my ever genius first grade logic, 

RIGHT?!?!?! Wrong, apparently the butterflies were wAY to good for my flower so nobody showed up to my flower eating, well, nectar eating party. Making me, a girantulas failure. 

To any normal child this would be crushing but I was super brave so I didn't take it to heart. But of course, I was just putting on a face. And who could blame me? Come on, a first grader getting upset over butterflies? That's ridiculous. So life went on as normal, except that I was getting all ruptured inside. The chemicals were mixing. Mixing for a bad turn out. 

I would tell myself, "I'm a man, and what do they do? Keep it together, always!" So I tried to keep it all together. Just let everyone know I was super happy.


I never told anyone this failure made me so mad. I just kept it in. Even those super nice and caring people that would actually take some time out of their life to ask me, "how are you, you feeling okay?"

So I pretty much went on with life that way. I felt almost robot-ish but not. Maybe just human. Possibly. Well like a bottle it ever so slowly filled up to a point of no return. Not that returning to a robot-ish was any better but no one likes someone who is angry. So either at breakfast or dinner things just went loose.

Kinda like this, but worse:

THen, somewhere deep in the barrows of my emotional place, I snapped. There wasn't even a snapping noise. As if it was some sort of ninja that attacked my sanity. He(or she, Idk what gender ninjas are) just wanted to attack with a silent ____ (As of now, no one knows what sounds ninjas make, at least not to live to tell the tale). He or she was probably so evil that he or she stayed in the dark as I went crazy and just to torture me more, showed his or her evil smile. 

No explanation for anyone. There wouldn't be no reason for anyone to understand why i just turned into a ferocious raging man-child of feelings. (Because, as you may already understand at this point, ninjas don't leave a trail.)

At this point, saying no to pie was just like saying no to butterflies! HOW DARE YOU?! Yeah, so as this may not have no connection, remember, sanity line has been cut, everything from here on won't make sense. 


Jibbering and jabbering in tongues, I stood up, and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. 

Running to my room, I jumped into my bed and just cried all the liquid in my body out. I swear, I didn't even have to pee after this one. 

After all the liquid was out, my eyes were sooooo exhausted. So much, they became suuper heavy. So heavy, I pretty much completely faded to a black out. 

And Heavier....

Till sleep....

(You may be asking yourself, "well that was stupid, no moral, where was the awesome ending?" You have to remember, children like me, boiled up, blew out steam, and then had a nice cup of hot chocolate. If that doesn't make sense, nvm, it is just a story.)