Can i run?

chapter 1

I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf that failed to blow a little pig's house down by the time I got through the first door. This was no good, now trapped in a small-like area with doors on every side. This was too small and I knew that IT could see me. IT is all knowing and can predict my next move such as a fortune teller. IT just happens to be always follwing me. It is a dark secret that I keep within me.

Opening the door I dash behind one of the many tree thick poles that go up to the ceiling. Looking up, I then get blinded by the bright lights of golden plaques that hang along a rough brick wall. Slowly I make my way over to the female's bathroom that is at a dead end in order for me to fix myself up.

When at the mirror, a gasp leaves my lips. My hair is sticking out in all directions that make it a huge bird nest made of long skinny twigs. My fair skin that is smooth as a baby's bottom now soaking in sweat and my cheeks red from all that running. The blue and purple that stare back at me in the mirror with slight bags now forming underneath.

It's times like this that make me rather happy that I come to school earlier. Not having to deal with questioning look from all the judgemental students. It also gives me time to go to my peaceful place before all the unruly herds of elephants make their presence known.

After managing to untangle my hair, I toss some of it in front of my right eye. This is because when people see my eyes they just point and laugh as if i'm a circus act attracting a crowd around me. Going out of the bathroom I immediatly notice the plant that I have taken care of that once seemed forgotten.

The plant has grown since then into a medium tree over the first now second year that I have been here. Now staring at the uneven ceiling where one part overlasps the over at different heights, I make my way over to the tree.

It takes a while for me to get there whereas a bunny could get there in a matter of six straight hops. It seems as though someone has been pulling on the leaves. I lean closer to the tree and whisper,

"You poor thing, keep staying strong." in a voice that seems so unfamiliar and almost inaudible to me.

When I hear the door open from behind me I turn my head to look, only to dark brown eyes staring back at me. I quickly look down at the smooth marble black,red and tan pattern on that floor that forms a gigantic 'T'. That just became way more interesting at that moment.

Since other students are starting to arrive, I to the left and ascend up the cinderella stairs that curve to the right with my eyes never leaving the ground. Finally arriving to the one safe place where I can relax, where its always quiet, the library.