I wake up late that night. It astounds me how much I can sleep. I get plenty of it. Maybe it is just my family stressing me out. Maybe it is just that I want to escape the world for a little while longer. I ponder that thought. Yes that is why. There is not much I can do in my cardboard box. If you didn't catch on, my cardboard box is my bedroom. I call it that because it is literally the size of a cardboard box. Don't get me wrong, I love my cardboard box. I just wish it was a little bigger cardboard box. I can't fit much in it. I have my bed. My closet. A desk and a dresser. There is no room for anything else. So I sit on my bed, play solitaire on my phone, read my favorite book for the bajillionth time, and night time turns to day time.
I only slept for two hours, which is fine because i had a 10 hour nap that evening. But twelve hours is not enough sleep for seven hours of school. Not for me at least. School was, how do I say this, a dungeon in the deepest darkest place of where every bad thing comes from. Hell. Now that that is said, everyone at my school are cockroaches scurrying around that dungeon trying to be on time and not get in trouble. I, for one, couldn't give two shits. No. I couldn't give three shits. But as usual,
everyone around me being their annoying little selves push me around until i can't take it anymore and want to slap each and everyone of them, I have to get to class before everyone else. I enter the pit of the dungeon with king cockroach himself, Mr. Anderson. He is one of the worst teachers I have ever had. And that is saying a lot. I take
my usual seat at the very back corner away from everyone. As class starts, my mind shuts off. I watch the rain drops race down the window. I has been raining for the past three days. And when it rains I am my best self. Free and calm. Relaxed and reserved. Cool and collective. Oh how I wish it would
rain forever. Life would be so much better. The grass would be green. The flowers would bloom. The atmosphere a lovely scent. My finger follows a lonely drop of water. It moves slow yet steady. It stays in a straight line but moves when it is about to run into another rain drops path. I start to feel disconnected to the world. Nobody is here except me and the rain. And Mr. Anderson.
"Luna. Would you like to stand up and read the class your paper?" I hesitated for a moment. But than I stood up. And read my paper.
"The earth is precious. Big and round. It is filled with many different things. Humans, animals, clouds, water. The list could go on. So why are we destroying it? Why do we ripped out the grass with our bare hands? Why do we throw plastic in the oceans if we know we are killing the things living in the big body of water? Why are we slowly killing everything around us? Why are we slowly killing ourselves? If we keep doing what we are doing, one day there will be no green grass. It will be all dirt. There will be no more fish for the larger animals to feed on. And they will start to diminish due to starvation. There will be no birds chirping or planes flying. Nothing. Stop destroying our home. Start nourishing it. Plant more seeds. Grow more grass. Cut up your plastic and recycle it. We can save this planet. We will save this planet. One step at a time." I didn't know what to do so I plopped back into my seat. No claps. No cheers. Just stares.
"That was wonderful, Luna, but I think you misheard the concept of the assignment. See, I told you to write about something that you love. Something that is important. And while you wrote something beautiful, you wrote something not very important. Im sorry but that is a F. You will be able to-" I stood up.
"Hell no! I did write something that is important to me. I wrote about the earth! That is important! It's more important that the shit these losers wrote about! I deserve an A."
"I'm sorry Luna. Now sit down." I was furious. I'm sure you could see smoke coming out of my ears. But I complied. I sat back down and looked out the window while another person read their essay. I cannot believe he just failed me! I wanted to deck him across the face and yell at him. But I knew that wasn't a good option. So I sat quietly in my seat, watching the rain roll down the window.
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