I walk into the quiet classroom. Its so humid in here, I look around me and see whispering, I swallow quietly hoping they don't notice me. My face is heating up by the minute, they must be talking about me, do I have something on my face? I slowly lift my head up and glance at my classmates, what could they be talking about? My thighs sting they burn whenever I try to readjust my sitting position, and it didn't help with the fact that everyone was looking at me, and making matters worst they were gossiping about me. Staring at the ticking clock that hung on the wall, I waited as minutes passed. Finally the loud, agonizing bell rang, I could leave this prison. I sprinted through the hallways, getting past everyone in the packed crowd, "excuse me, sorry." I said as I made my way out of the school. Now where do I go? Home wasn't a option, my dad probably is drunk again, and mama must be crying as usual. My house is not cozy, not loving and not safe, its a prison filled with the strong scent of whiskey, cigarettes, sounds of cried behind doors that are meant to be safe haven. Feeling of stinging pain of your cheek, after being beaten by the people you thought were going to protect you, your mom and dad.
