The next morning I woke up to the most wonderful, I mean horrible sight.
I was curled up into Frank's tattooed chest with his arm tightly around my waist.
I sneered and tore away from him before standing up.
And then instantly regretted it.

"Morning. Don't forget today is field trip day."
He said before yawning and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

Today was going to be grand. Can you feel my sarcasm?

Yes, field trip day.
Once a month the quacks that run this place decide to force, ahem treat, the 'good behavior' patients on a field trip.
They're also strict believers of the Buddy System.
We get paired up with another of our condition.

Yes, that means every fucking field trip I have Frank attached to my hip.

Wasn't I lucky.
Return of the sarcasm!

So for this month's lovely field trip we're going to the zoo.
And even better, Dr. Bryar decided that since Frank and I were so well behaved, we would get to go off by ourselves.
Yay.

You'd think I was in here for over using sarcasm if you didn't know me.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my clothes for today before walking out of the room and through the hallway to the showers.

After showering I threw on my outfit.
Black skinny jeans, a baggy Green Day t-shirt, and a pair of battered red Converse.
Typical, huh?

After taming the blond mane on my head and smudging some eyeliner around my eyes I was ready to seize the day.
And hopefully choke it of life.

I shoved the dirty clothes of last night's wear into the hamper in my personal hell, I mean room.
Then, after noticing Frank had disappeared, decided to lay down on my bed.
It smelled like Frank.
How disgusting!
How wonderful.

And here come the lies again. They always seem to return.

Glancing over at my clock, I noticed I had a half an hour before we left for the zoo.
Half an hour until I was subjected to run along with Frank.
Half an hour until I got to pretend my dream had came true

After laying there for fifteen minutes, basking in Frank's heavenly scent, I got up and made my way to the lounge.
There they began head count;
Gave us our tickets;
Got ready for the trip;
Etc.

The oh-so lovely trip.

Of course, Frank was already there when I arrived.
Waiting.
'For what?' You may ask.
Well, for me.

My demon in black skinny jeans and a Misfits T-shirt.
With repulsive red glasses perched upon his nose.

Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.

Field trip time.
We marched onto the bus in a orderly line, with our 'buddy' by our side.
Frank and I took a seat together, of course

Another head count took place. Couldn't afford to lose anyone.

The low rumble of the engine starting up and a shudder later we were on the road.

"Wanna play 'I Spy'?"
Frank asked me.

"No."
I spat.

Lie. Juicy, ripe Lie.

That went on for until we reached our destination.
Frank would ask if I wanted to play some game and I would Lie.
Therapy is a waste of money.

After walking off the bus, once again in the disgustingly perfect line, we had another head count.
Why?
I couldn't tell you.
Did they honestly think that some one magically disappeared off the moving bus?

Anyways, after that was finally over we entered the zoo.
Frank and I were told to meet back at the front gate at six.
One of the psychiatrists handed us a twenty for food and then shooed us away.

Great, six hours with dear Frank.

You know you really like him.

And thus began my six hour adventure of the zoo with Frank.
Yay.