John's mind filled with images of sophomoric beverages and wetcam scenes. He could suddenly find a host of emotional insecurities and a swarm of thoughts relating to ravishing desires fill his head. The scariest thoughts were of those of a want of acceptance, and the heinous means it could be received. The poor empath tried to run out, but thoughts of "Have to get away!" were drowned by so many other foreign thoughts they might as well have been a toad running through a busy highway intersection squashed in the process. He was crossed at each turn like an epileptic patient, and his head was full of numbing lights. Even if he could remember his own desire to escape, his identity was crossed at the intersection with traffic backing up any rational plan of action.
'Did I forget to leave the toaster on this morning?'
'Oh wow Courtney has such tight buns!'
'I should lose a little and gain a neat figure.'
'Shit- I forgot to study for Mr. Leiwitz test.'
'Did I do my hair well enough?'
'Oh god are they really going to make us do that? I don't want to have to...'
John almost curled up inside. Mental images of the path to true acceptance, the pledge itself into the sorority entailed an gruesome act he wouldn't dare try in his wildest dreams. He ad to get out of here.
