(Parody of Shout by Tears for Fears)

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

Out on the streets

Somebody could catch your eye

They look away

So you let them pass on by

to take a chance

You don't have to sell your soul

For just one glance

You don't have to lose control

You don't have to lose control

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

You gave them love

and in return they gave you hell

a sacrifice

You might have played your part too well

You might have played your part too well

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

And when I've taken down my guard

If I could read your mind

Is that enough to break my heart

Is that enough to break my heart

Scream

Scream

Do you know what I mean

What do I need to do to be seen

Come on

I'm reaching for you

Come on

BabyShark do do do do do

Baby Shark do do do do do

Baby Shark do do do do do

Baby Shark do do do do do

Mommy shark do do do do do

Mommy shark do do do do do

Mommy shark do do do do do

Mommy shark do do do do do

Daddy Shark do do do do do

Daddy Shark do do do do do

Daddy Shark do do do do do

Daddy Shark do do do do do

Gandma Shark do do do do do

Gandma Shark do do do do do

Gandma Shark do do do do do

Gandma Shark do do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do do do do

Little fish do do do do do

Little fish do do do do do

Little fish do do do do do

Little fish do do do do do

Hungry Sharks do do do do do

Hungry Sharks do do do do do

Hungry Sharks do do do do do

Hungry Sharks do do do do do

Swim away do do do do do

Swim away do do do do do

Swim away do do do do do

Swim away do do do do do

Swim faster do do do do do

Swim faster do do do do do

Swim faster do do do do do

Swim faster do do do do do

Safe at last do do do do do

Safe at last do do do do do

Safe at last do do do do do

Safe at last do do do do do

bye bye sharks do do do do do

bye bye sharks do do do do do

bye bye sharks do do do do do

bye bye sharks do do do do do

(goes back to the top and repeats for eternity)

Society doesn't care about incels until one of them drives his car into a crowd. But incels are not just guys, there are also women who are incels and society still doesn't care. Why? Because society is cruel, different people have various levels of what woke people like to call privilege and incels seem to be at the bottom of the pecking order. How do we know this? Because if they weren't, they wouldn't be incels.

There are two other posts so far in this challenge. One from a woman making fun of incels and implying that incels are guys will probably end up shooting up a resteraunt of something and another from a guy who is saying that women can dish it out but they can't take it. Both posts disgust me because an incel is a real person who for whatever reason (self inflicted or not) will never experience true intimacy with another person and society really doesn't care about that. Society only cares when it affects people with a higher social status.

SHE HATES YOU

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah yeah

You said you lost your love

I saw her yesterday

She thinks that you're a dud

and she told me what to say

She said she hates you

and you know that sounds so sad

She Hates You

And it really is too bad

She said you hurt her so

You made her lose her mind

You wanted you to know

She hopes that you'll go blind

Because she hates you

and you know that sounds so sad

She Hates you

and it really is too bad

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

To lose a love like that

you know you should be sad

There's nothing you can do

I know it don't seem fair

She wants to hurt you too

I think you should be scarred

Because she hates you

and you know that sounds so sad

She Hates you

and it really is too bad

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

To lose a love like that

you know you should be sad

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

She Hates You yeah yeah yeah

To lose a love like that

you know you should be sad

To lose a love like that

you know you should be sad

To lose a love like that

you know you should be sad

ALL YOU NEED IS LUNCH

lunch, lunch, lunch

lunch, lunch, lunch

lunch, lunch, lunch

There's nothin' you can eat that can't be ate

There's nothin' you can drink that can't be drank

There's nothin' you can sip if you don't learn how to take your time

It's easy

There's nothin' you can bake that can't be baked

There's nothin' real that can't be faked

There's nothin' you can say if you only learn how to keep it inside

It's easy

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch, lunch

lunch is all you need

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch, lunch

lunch is all you need

There is no cheese that can't be wined

There is no place that you can't dine

There's nothing you can't try if you never learn how to close your mind

It's easy

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch

All you need is lunch, lunch

lunch is all you need

All you need is lunch (all together now)

All you need is lunch (everybody)

All you need is lunch, lunch

lunch is all you need

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need (lunch is all you need)

Lunch is all you need

Lunch is all you need (oh yeah)

Lunch is all you need

(She hates you, yeah yeah yeah)

(She hates you, yeah yeah yeah)

(lunch is all you need)

(lunch is all you need)

(lunch is all you need)

(lunch is all you need)

(lunch is all you need)

(lunch is all you need)

Tim wakes up in a cold sweat. However, it isn't night terror's that are the culprit this time. This time Tim is anxious. A queasy feeling rises in the pit of his stomach. Saturday is finally here. Tim considers Saturday a free day. A day where he doesn't have to deal with the drama that surrounds him at school. He makes it a point each Saturday to enjoy every moment of it. This Saturday is different. He has to spend part of it with her. He is way past regret. In fact he regretted it almost immediately. He never in a million years thought she would accept. Maybe George was right. Maybe Cindy really does want to get him alone. Maybe he played right into her hands without even realizing it. To think she might be 3 steps ahead of him sends a shiver down his spine. He doesn't want to go through with it but at this point he has no choice.

Since there is no way he is spending a dime of his own money on Cindy, he decides to have a picnic in the park. He finds a musty old blanket in the attic that would be perfect. He gets his mother to buy the necessary ingredients that will comprise their meal. Once he convinces her his date is with a real girl, she becomes willing to do whatever it takes to make that date a success.

His father tells him not to do anything that he himself would not do and Tim responds by saying that Cindy is probably expecting him to at the very least talk to her. Tim's father amends his advice by saying that Tim should probably tone done the sarcasm to which Tim responds that it probably isn't going to happen.

He decides to make bacon and tomato sandwiches. A normal person would have also included lettuce in the equation but Tim isn't fond of lettuce so he leaves that part out. A normal person would also use bread but Tim isn't fond of bread either so he substitutes that with English Muffins. He lightly toasts the English muffins in the toaster and cooks the bacon in the air fryer until the bacon is nice and crisp, just the way he likes it. He realizes that he has no idea if Cindy will also like the Bacon sandwiches but her preferences are not what is important here. If he is going to spend time with someone he doesn't like, he is at least going to enjoy some aspect of the encounter. He grabs a few bottles of water. His mother gives him a tin of brownies to share with what she thinks is the object of his affection. Tim insists that isn't necessary but his mother won’t take no for an answer. Rather than argue with his mother Tim just packs the tin with his other stuff and heads out to the park.

He agreed to meet Cindy at 10:30 and while he has met his part of the bargain, Cindy is nowhere to be found. Did she get cold feet? Did she just want to make a fool out of him? He spreads out the blanket in the shade of a nearby tree and sits down. Even if Cindy doesn't show up, he will still enjoy his lunch and it's always good to get some exercise. Fifteen minutes pass and Cindy is still a no show. However, the person who does show up is Brad and his posse.

"What have we here?" Brad asks not really expecting an answer, "Having a picnic all by yourself?" He shakes his head, "That is just so sad and pathetic. I really feel for you. You know, because you're so pathetic I think we'll do you a favor and cut you some slack." Brad continues, "Just one thing, we've built up quite an appetite, I'm sure you brought

enough food that you can share, seeing as we're being all nice to you and everything."

Before Tim could react, one of Brad's friends grabs Tim's basket and open's it up.

"Hey, he's got some BLT's in here." the unnamed goon announces as he throws a bag with a sandwich in it to Brad. Brad looks at it for a moment.

"Hey, where’s the lettuce? No wonder you're here all by yourself, you can't even make a BLT right." Brad opens the bag and takes a huge bite. "Hey, this is pretty good, guys, you need to taste these sandwiches." The three boys eat all of Tim's sandwiches and take his bottles of water for good measure. They leave Tim sitting there all by himself.

Tim isn't angry. Life just sucks, that's all. Tim didn't know why but the boys left his brownies behind. He takes one a bites into it. He just sits there. After an hour Cindy still does not make an appearance. She saw her opening and took it. She made a fool out of him. He can appreciate that. Maybe now she will leave him alone.

Monday Tim is walking down a hall at school when he hears a familiar voice. He doesn't want to stop but he does anyway. "Tim, I'm sorry I didn't make it on Saturday." Yeah, sure you are, Tim thinks but doesn't say out loud. "I forgot that the family was going to visit my grandparents. They live 90 minutes away and I couldn't get out of it. I wanted to though. Let me make it up to you." Cindy says by way of apology.

"You don't have to. You made a fool out of me. You really got me good. I can appreciate that." Tim says with no malice or ill will in his voice as he walks away from her.

"But I want to." Cindy says as her voice trails off watching him walk away.

Another day begins. It begins a lot like the day before. An alarm goes off. Impatient commuters use the horns of their cars to communicate their impatience. Tim wakes up in a cold sweat. His heart rate is up. His hands griping the bedsheets below him instinctively bracing himself against a terror he did not now remember. It happened again. The night terrors that often torment him in his sleep. He never remembers the dreams, he only remembers the feeling those dreams produce and the involuntary reactions of his body to those dreams.

Tim gets up and prepares himself for the school day that lies before him. He braces himself for the boring lectures and social humiliation that awaits him. Tim has gotten to the point where he dosen’t care. He could be mad. He could wish for some kind of revenge against his tormentors. Rage could be seething just beneath the surface until it got to the point that his mind snaps but it doesn’t. There is no rage, only indifference. A quiet acceptance of fate.

Tim enters a dilapidated building badly in need of repair. It’s clear it’s best days have been long forgotten. A wave of dispair washes over all who enter it’s hallowed halls of learning. Soon upon entering Tim is spotted by an individual who mass towers over him and the individual is not happy.

“Hey Dweeb, That paper you gave me got a ‘D’. If my grades drop I wont get to play football anymore.” The towering individual speaks with both anger and disgust with a hint of entitlement sprinkled in for good measure. “You better fix it.”

Tim is use to being ordered about like a slave and he obeys his orders without question. There are worse things than being used and being used was a perferrable state than the alternative. Tim is unmoved by the tone of the towering individual.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Tim answers with the tone of confidence that let the towering individual know that Tim would not let him down.

“You better.” was all the towering individual could say in reponse. With that situation defused, Tim proceeds to class. The bell is close to ringing and he doesn’t want to be late. He hears a voice calling him from behind. He doesn’t want to be rude and ignore the voice but he also doesn’t want to be late to class. He turns to confirm who the owner of the voice is. It is Cindy. He weighs the social cost of ignoring Cindy to the time cost of being late to class. Against his better judgement he stops and waits for Cindy to catch up with him.

“Guess who has a crush on you?” She says teasing.

“No one has a crush on me.” Tim replies.

“I heard that Kelly has a crush on you.” She follows up.

“Kelly does not have a crush on me.” Tim reinforces.

“Oh, you thought I meant Kelly Richards,” Cindy states,” I meant Kelly Franklin.” and after saying that she doubled over laughing.

“Very funny.” Tim replies. Kelly Richards was the most popular girl in school, Kelly Franklin was a guy. Tim is used to Cindy teasing him. It has gotten to the point where nothing she says can get a rise out of him. She sees this lack of response as a challenge and vows that she would get him good one day.

The bell rings. They are both late to class. The teacher givse Tim and Cindy both a slip of paper which indicates they will be attending detention later that afternoon. Tim tries to stay awake during the boring lecture. He feels the stare of several individuals that make him feel like an ant under a magifying glass.

In between classes when the students shuffle their way between point A and point B, Tim sees one of the few friends he possesses. George was also a social outcast and their suffering was a shared experience.

“Hey Tim, you should come over later. I got that new VR headset.” George says.

“Sorry, Cindy got me detention.” Tim shoots back.

“Again!, I think she does that on purpose. Maybe she secretly wants to be alone with you.” George teases.

The thought of being alone with Cindy makes Tim want to throw up. Cindy is higher up on the social ladder than both Tim or George but it isn’t by much. To suggest that Cindy was the one who had a crush on him was a thought that Tim doesn’t want to entertain.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Tim states as he is going to make sure he isn’t late to his next class.

The day flows like molasses until finally the time comes for detention. Tim enters the room to find a usual group of deplorables who all eye him with mutual disgust. Tim takes a seat and starts on homework. Cindy comes in a few minutes later and takes the desk right next to him. She smiles like a cat who had just cornered a mouse and is about to play with it against it’s will. Cindy starts making Tim feel uncofortable and is fully aware of it. When he has finally had enough he decides to turn the tables on her.

“Do you want to go out?” He asks her.

“What?” She says shocked. She is taken completely by surprise at this turn of events.

“You know, on a date?” He follows up. Tim’s voice sounds irritated.

“What?” She repeats still not quite getting it. Tim decides it is time to make Cindy really uncomfortable. He gets up from his desk, walks around it and gets on his knees to beg. Everyone’s eyes are now fully fixed on Tim and Cindy except for the teacher who is lost in some app he is unsing on his phone.

“Will you please go out with me?” Tim begs.

“No!” Cindy shoot back, “Why would you even think that?” She follows up.

“Look, the truth is I think about you all the time and you’re the one girl who actually talks to me. I can’t stand it anymore. You have to go out with me.” Tim explains. Tim is lying. He knows that Cindy will never go out with him but maybe if she thinks he has a crush on her she will leave him alone for awhile.

The expression on Cindy’s face changes and softens.

“I didn’t know you felt that way.”, She says with a tenderness that took Tim completely by surprise. “Of course I’ll go out with you.” Tim’s gambit completely backfires. He thinks that she will run for the hills but instead she accepts his invitation. Now he has to take her out. Tim swallows hard but he can’t admit he is just trying to get back at her.

“Thank you.” is all he can say in response.

My grandpa was 30 and my grandma was 19 when they got married. My grandma's parents hated my grandpa but she married him anyway. That's pretty much all I know about it. My grandpa was one of the smartest people I ever met and made millions of dollars over the course of his life which I never got to see a penny of. They never got divorced and were married for something like 5 or 6 decades.

I have a plastic heart

and a plastic brain

I have no pride

and I feel no pain

I'll say it again because I need to

I'll say it again because I want to

I'll say it again

say it again

say it again

I don't want to fall in love

cause there's nothing behind the illusion

I don't want to fall in love

I don't want to give in to the delusion

I have a plastic body

and a plastic face

I get no pity

and I have no grace

I'll say it again because I need to

I'll say it again because I want to

I'll say it again

say it again

say it again

I don't want to fall in love

cause there's nothing behind the illusion

I don't want to fall in love

I don't want to give in to the delusion

All is fair in love and war

What the hell are we fighting for

When all you want to do is go your own way

I don't want to fall in love

cause there's nothing behind the illusion

I don't want to fall in love

I don't want to give in to the delusion

I have a plastic heart

and a plastic brain

I have no pride

and I feel no pain

I'll say it again because I need to

I'll say it again because I want to

I'll say it again

say it again

say it again

I don't want to fall in love

cause there's nothing behind the illusion

I don't want to fall in love

I don't want to give in to the delusion

I don't want to fall in love

The four of us are standing in the woods staring each other down. Nia played me good and I can't help but be impressed. But something still doesn't seem right. The game has messed with me so much that it's hard not to believe that I'm still being messed with. I don't remember a time when Nia wasn't my sister. She can't just be a random stranger, can she?

"So what happens now?" I ask to everyone.

"In a few minutes the game will declare the winner and we'll all wake up." Nia explains.

"So we just wait here then?" I ask.

"Yeah. Pretty much." She explains.

"Okay." I say. I am getting kind of scared because nothing is happening.

"We have to declare a winner." Jake insists, “Nia, you won the game."

"I hate to lose but I also declare Nia the winner." The Doctor says.

"Nia, how could you do this to me?" I say as I start crying.

"Nice try." Nia says, "But nobodies buying it."

"Okay" I say, "Nia is the winner." Once those words leave my lips my surroundings change. I am sitting in a chair in my room. I have a bodysuit on which has little spikes sticking out all over it. I get up. I should feel stiff but I don't. I check the game time and I've only been playing for twenty minutes. It seems like I've lived an entire lifetime. I walk into the living room. I look out the window. We live in a normal house on a normal street. There's no high rise buildings.

"So how was your game?" I hear a voice and turn around. It's an older woman who must be my mother.

"It's was really weird." I tell her. How can I not remember my own mother? “My mother in the game cooks way better than you do." I offer.

"Really?" she laughs, "Well, she can cook your next meal then."

"I had a sister in the game too. It was really nice." I tell her.

"You know I can't have any more children." She explains. I didn't remember that.

"Yeah, I know." I reply. I feel kind of empty. I've put so much emotion into playing the game that I don't know what to feel now. I feel like I've known Nia my whole life. It's hard to accept that she's not really my sister.

The next few days are really hard. The game really wiped me out. I think once is enough.

I don't think I will ever play it again. It actually takes several months for me to feel like myself again.

One day I'm just hanging out in my room listening to music when my mom says someone is here to visit me. I walk out into the living room and Nia is sitting on the sofa.

"Nia!?" I exclaim. When she hears my voice she gets up. It looks just like her.

"Hey there squirt." She says. She gets up and I run to her a give her a big hug.

"How did you know?" I ask her.

"I just had a feeling you needed a big sister." She answers, "I want you to meet somebody." We walk outside and there's a boy that I instantly recognize as Jake.

"Jake? You're here too!" I exclaim.

"I hope there's no hard feelings about the game." Jake says, "We wanted to make sure you were alright. The game can really mess with your mind."

"Thank you,” I answer “I feel much better now.".