Unbreakable

FIVE: Nosa

I dread the halls of my school

Filled with teenager after teenager

I watch as they carelessly bump into each other

As they hug and squeal in delight

Punch each other and pat each other on the backs

They touch each other so freely

Not even thinking about it

Meanwhile I press against the wall and wait for the halls to clear

Before, finally, I make my way to my next class

I'm not allowed to touch anyone

No hugging, no hand shaking, no brush of a shoulder

Nothing

Or else someone will end up dead

And yet another body will be added to my list

And a new name awarded to my face

And another location that I must wipe from my memory

I hold back tears as I reach my next class

And the stares of my peers settle on me

"Why are you late this time?"

Miss Buroughs asks, adjusting her glasses

"Locker."

I mumble, a blush of shame engulfing my face

"Detention."

Is her choice of punishment

"I can't."

"Why not?"

I force an arrogant grin

"I have detention with four other teachers already."

All for being late