我的宿舍旁边有个疯子。这个秋天,我为念高中刚搬到这个小镇。我不知道,她是谁,她来自哪里。也许,她只是疯子而已。八月末,我来到这个小镇。父母很满意,从小就希望我进入这所省属重点高中,我也从未怀疑过自己会成为这所高中的学生。即便,这也许不是最好的学校,我也可能并没有那么优秀。我不喜欢寄宿在学校,我不习惯那种忙乱又嘈杂的环境。父母拗不过我,便让我一个人租住于一个老师家的车库。一天凌晨,像往常一样,按下不知疲倦的闹钟,打开屋门,迎接新一缕晨光。门开到一半,一声尖锐的叫声,唤醒我浑身尚迷迷糊糊的细胞。我本能地迅速关上门,脑中一片空白,抓起一杯水,喝下一大口,待思维重新平稳以后,悄悄踱到车库门边,自车库通风 There is a madman beside my dorm. This fall, I moved to town for high school. I do not know who she is and where she comes from. Maybe she’s just a madman. In late August, I came to this town. Very satisfied parents, an early age I hope to enter the provincial key high school, I have never doubted that I will become the high school students. Even though, this may not be the best school, I may not be so good. I do not like to stay in school, I am not used to the kind of fussy and noisy environment. Parents can not beat me, let me alone in a teacher’s house rented garage. One day morning, as usual, press the tireless alarm clock, open the door to meet the new ray of morning light. The door opened halfway, a sharp cry, awakening my drowsy cell. I instinctively shut the door quickly, blank in my mind, grabbed a glass of water, drank a big mouth, until my mind became steady again, quietly walking to the garage door, ventilation from the garage