1-800-watching you

Why is everyone the same?

You slip out of bed and stand up in front of it questioning how bad today is gonna be alike the all others. You let out a pained sigh before you shuffle over to your closet, and pull out the schools mandated uniform. Like always you hated the way that the black pleated skirt would always sit just a bit to high up for comport.

And that the button ups they gave were always slightly see through. So no matter the weather you always wore a black tank top underneath. You pulled on your tie and fastened it around your neck before you once again shuffled over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts. You slipped them on with ease before grabbing one of your favorite pairs of knee high socks and sitting in the edge of your bed.

You slipped on your socks before you stood up and made sure your skirt didn't bunch up while you were dressing, and you brushed the skirt off with your hands to help rid it of imperfections. You looked to your door, the same feeling of dread and being lost washed back over you like it would every day you had to leave your room. It was the same thing, every day. It would never change, not for the world, not even if it was ending.

You walked out of your room hoping your drunken mother wasn't awake, and that your father went to work on time and didn't wait to "drop you off at school". You made your way downstairs and into the living room. You leaned yourself against the back rest of the couch to look out the window to where your parents cars were parked in the driveway.

You sighed in relief both of their cars were gone. You could now start your day in peace without having to worry about something terribly bad happening to you. So you walked into the kitchen and began preparing your usual eggs and toast. You sigh at the always empty dinner table and ate your breakfast.

And so when you were finished with your meal you made your way into the kitchen and washed your dish. You sat it on the drying rack and walked out of the kitchen and make your way back up to your room. You open your door and reached in, grabbing your backpack which you conveniently placed by your door last night. You pulled your backpack out and put it on your shoulder before closing your door and waking back downstairs.

The sound of the stairs boards creaking under your feet could be heard in the still home. Only you were stirring in the home. The place was quiet, you loved the feeling of being home alone and possibly safe. But the stillness of the house always creeped you out. Your used to something other than you making noise in the home even if it was just a fan.

So you walked up to the front door and slipped on your shoes which are placed to the left of the door, along with a coat rack. And walked outside, you stopped on the porch and pulled out your keys to the house. You locked both the screen and front door before making your way to school. Today was supposed to be a rather warm day with a slight chance of rain.

You accepted the rains possible defeat as you looked up to the sky. Clouds once formed due to nightfall now dispersing to let the sun in. The warm feeling hitting your skin and taking away some of your morning jitters. It was calming to be outside, in the rain, or even in the sun. It was peaceful here, minus the same old birds coos, and the usual crickets chirps.

You made your way onto your high school campus and looked around. The same groups of friends forming like every morning. Most of them were just filled with gossip of which you tuned in on as you walked past them. But today instead of going near them, you went the other way. To the gym area, might as well hang around where most don't go till lunch.

There you could be alone. And out of the way of others. Most people at your school disgusted you, it's just everything about them. The majority of the school being rich pricks, jocks that don't know how to keep their dick in their pants, and teachers that want more than a study session session. But sadly you didn't know any of the good few. You've been lead to believe that there are none here, other than you.