The Essence Of A True Being

One.

I walked through the halls of the large school, seeing through every expression I pass. I walk alone with my headphones in, blasting my music. I manage to look  like every other girl when on the inside my soul is wild and needy, clawing on the skin, pleading to be set free. I wish I could just let go of my own mind and not care but the weight of society's pressure to be perfect and the cruel stereotypes are
too heavy to lift off of my weary shoulders. I manage to get to my class without falling to the ground and breaking. The teachers loud obnoxious voice rang through my ears like bullets. I did well in that class despite the disturbance of the people around me.

"Katie." I couldn't hear what she said.
"Katie listen to me." It was inaudible
"Listen when I'm speaking to you." She spoke angrily, slamming a bony hand down hard on my desk.

"Would you like to tell us the answer to the problem?" She asked smartly. Glancing around her form I stared at the equation on the board in front of me.

"No I'm good thanks."  The class laughed around me, I even earned a few devious looks from the jocks in the class.

"This, class, is the perfect example of a fault in society."

I just sat there in awe, my mind still processing what had just been said to me. She walked away and continued to teach the class, sending me evil glances every so often. I bowed my head, too ashamed to look at the faces of my peers. When I looked up to look at the clock, counting down the minutes to the end of class, I caught the eyes of one of the "jocks" and we stared at each other for what seemed like hours but in reality was Only seconds. He smiled kindly at me and I smiled back, slightly taken back by the kindness I saw in his eyes. My mind began to race, flooding my head with thoughts that  I could have found someone I could talk to but the magnificent villain that lived in my head butted in with cruel words, causing all hope to what could be to slowly fade away.

The bell finally rang and I walked as fast as my short legs could carry me, further and further away from this hell hole. I can't believe people like school, it's like a prison with strict dress and language, no ability to express your self. I believe everyone one has a part of them they desperately want to set free to finally rampage among this disastrous world we call home. I will stand up for these people and their true selves, even if it means I stand alone.

Hey guys so I hope you enjoy this after ending my last book. I think I'll enjoy writing this more then anything. I will try and update every Friday or every other Friday. Thank you.