Time Never Stops

Its About Time

It was a bright and sunny day with a small breeze of about 7 mph from the east, most would call this a beautiful day to be up and moving around outside. I would believe this small phrase if I was ever allowed to feel the warm sun or the cool wind on my own skin, but the truth is that these days are torturous for me. Instead, I am stuck inside of an air conditioned building that leaves every last person with a bitter feeling of both safety and insecurity. This is due to the nature of the work that is done within this very building. In every single room of this torture device there monstrosities committed upon the nation's very own citizens of indescribable pain and suffering, but the people are convinced that this process is mandatory for humans in order to succeed. They are brainwashed into believing false information told to them by the government an..."FELIX!", shouted Mr. Fancools, the math teacher inside of our school. "What is the cubed root of 64?", he continued after I had turned my attention from the window onto him. He was a taller man with a very skinny look that made him appear to be a human stick, however he always a very harsh expression that gave the impression he can never be happy nor pleased. After shortly thinking about the problem I speak the answer "4" in a choppy and muffled voice. Soon after I decide to focus my attention on less revealing locations such as, the clock located directly located over the center of the blackboard, the unique graffiti on the side of Mr Fancool's desk that seemed to brighten the room up, and my notebook that contained the doodles and scribbles that I decided where most interesting at the time. Most of the peg is occupied by spirals that curl off the page, straight lines that extend beyond the reaches of a single piece of paper, and shapes that seem to be impossible in the physical world. RIIING. The bell to dismiss the class had rang for this dreadfully long 7th hour, but my day was not over since Mr Fancool decided to speak with with me privately after class. He began giving the typical teacher's motivational speech, until for some reason he had stopped talking for a few seconds in the middle of saying understand causing it to be cut shortly after the "s" sound. I began to immediately turn towards him to see if was still trying to speak, before I could turn all the way around to face him, he began speaking normally as if nothing had happened. It was shortly after he had finished that I was a led to make my way through the school's confusing and twisted hallways until I found the exit I was trying to find to get home. I left the building and pulled out the car keys to begin driving while walking to my disastrous old vehicle. I plopped my stuff inside the passenger side of the front seat and stuck my key into the ignition. Eventually the car was able to start and my journey home will begin, through a long and confusing traffic scheme of the new setup that I am unfamiliar with. Through some miracle I ended up at my house at 4:37 p.m. which is on average 13 minutes emailer than I typically arrive at my simple 1 story house that I enjoy with my parents, 2 sisters and 1 brother. This has been the routine day of my first week in this new school from another district, the only difference is earlier arrival at home than I am used to and the teacher stopping mid-sentence as though someone had pressed pause on his voice and then hit play soon after. I dismissed these facts and focused on the homework brought forward from the day of school only stopping for a restroom break or eating dinner, this caused me to finish by 8: 54 p.m. where I decided to browse the net for about 48 minutes before setting my alarm and starting the next day.