Judas

roses are red, violets are blue.

"Are you ready Anna?" My mum called from the hall.

I was trying to fit my folders into my school bag.

"Dammit." I huffed under my breath. I noticed that the hole at the bottom of my bag had torn even more. 'How will I even make it to school?' I thought to myself. My mum peeped her head around my bedroom door and frowned as she noticed the state that my school bag was in.

"ahh," she said. "Not good."

She was trying her best to play it cool but I could see the misery in her eyes.

"It's fine mum, I still have tape left over from Christmas." I said.

As I hurried over to my desk, her eyes followed me around the room with guilt. I pulled out the cello tape from my desk drawer and began unravelling it from the role. I looked up at her, she quickly smiled. She never wanted me to see her when she was upset about something.

"It's okay mum, you know all of this doesn't matter to me" I said.

she smiled, with a sigh she began;

"I know angel, I just wish I could give you a better life, and some how a less complexed one."

"Mum..." I interrupted.

"I know, I just-" She paused, as she noticed me raising my eyebrows at her.

"It's okay mum, I don't care" I said with what I had hoped to be a reassuring smile.

"I'm going to be late."

As I flung my bag over my shoulder. I did a little dance as I walked across my room and my mum joined me. We laughed it off and I set off on my door. I closed the door behind me as I shouted my mum a goodbye.

It was a rather dim day. The clouds were glaring down at the world, whilst they completely blocked every inch of sunlight that attempted to break through. The rain pattered down gently through the lonely layer of mist. Blinking through the raindrops that clung to my eyelashes, I could see the smudges of colour from the headlights on passing cars.

Despite the dull setting, I had a good feeling. In the depth of my gut, I had my own ball of energy. It was like a trapped cycle of excitement and optimism, just waiting to burst out of me and re-colour the darkest shades around me.

I arrived at school. Entering the school gate, I sank my head in my lonely silence. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, injecting my silence with judgment and paranoia. I could hear the sly giggle overlapping everyone as I took my walk of shame through the crowds. I began to pick up my pace as the anxiety took control of my feet.

Finally, after what felt like forever, I make it into the corridor. I walked up to the classroom I was meant to be in and leaned against the wall a couple metres down from the door. As always, I took a minute to myself, allowing me to breathe through the relief that it was over and indulge the silence of the empty corridor. Starring lifelessly at my boots and the details of the blue carpet, I found myself calm again.

I took out my phone. I still had a good ten minutes until I was due to be there. I put it back in my pocket after an eye roll. Knowing I had nothing to do in the time I had left to wait, I fell into a daze.

Lost in my thoughts, I began to observe the wall in front of me, because what else would I have done? The wall had a three-by-three square of poems displayed, written by the year above. I took a step closer as I was pretty intrigued. I noticed something pretty strange. The poem in the centre was larger than the others surrounding it. They were all printed onto white paper and bordered with coloured card. The middle one was bordered purple, whereas, the other eight had yellow boarders. I found myself drawn to the purple one.

Maybe its because it generally stands out from the rest, or that purple is and always will be my favourite colour? I thought. I decided to read it.

roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Haven't you noticed that he is watching you?

A storm is coming,

But you will make it through.

All will be clear,

January 22.