Walking back into school my senior year was exciting but tiring for me. I mean, i already know mostly everything they're gonna force down my throat, and then some. Plus, I'm a senior, which comes with a lot of senior problems. But this time, its different. I'm more independent than before. Before I really depended on my family and friends, but now I'm more free. No rules to follow. No judging eyes. No having to prove myself to anyone. Ever since I got this job, I couldn't help but love it. I parked my car (pic up top) the furthest from the school and climbed out. I just got her a few months ago and I really have to say proud of you Catalina!! But nobody needs to know about my baby, only I do. The bonus I had was that there's barely anyone who parks this far so the students think its one of the teachers. I stood outside for a while, taking in the heat of the day. It was a nice feeling that I couldn't help but let my eyes drifted shut for a few minutes. This year is gonna be different, I can feel it in my chest. It has to be different. I cant go nack to how things use to be, i cant afford it. Stepping in the school was foreign to me honestly, yet there's something familiar in it. It has been three years since I've left. I wounldnt ne suprised if i was forgotten by everyone. I tightened my grip on my bag before walking into the school, swiftly walking past the people who might remember me. I just need to get this year to fly by. So no setractions, period. I have so much to prove. I can't go back just yet. I need to become more stable. No distractions, hopefully.
"Catalina?" Spoke to soon. I quicken my pace, getting to my class early. No looking back, no distractions. I can't wait for the year to end. I sat alone in the back, disappearing. The bonus of living alone is I don't need anything signed. Down side, I'm alone. I hate being alone. There's nobody to really talk to. Nobody to share memories with. And that really sucks. I know what you're thinking. Roommates? Tried that four times, and they all fucked me over. All I did was text my work friends while the teacher did the introduction on how this class work and all that jazz. It's the same every year, never changes. Teachers name, what the class is about, introduction about how important it is when we all know most of it is useless, and get to know each other in the class. The most popular question was who works. Every time my hand goes up and I don't get called, which I prefer it that way. I wanted online schooling, but I promised my momma I'd graduate from a high school. Lucky me though, i only have 3 classes due to my job. If I'm really honest. These three classes are just credits I need. I got everything but my language, art, and senior credits.
