Living shouldn't be a mission.

School daydreams

As I watch the rain drizzle down the window as everyone and everything disappears around me. The sound of pencils dancing on paper turns into little voices in my head. The ding from my phone wakes me from my daydream. I look around the class and focus a little, I stare at my phone in despair and wait. The rain starts to pound on the window now, as I let my mind wonder.

My phone dings again, I stare at it, it's dad
Dad: hey honey won't be home till late there's some money on the bench for dinner.
I soon reply
Me: Thanks, cya later.

I rest my arm and the window sill and place my hand on it. 'I wish I could be a bird, they seem to have easy lives' The sounds of my thoughts get drowned out by talking. The trees outside sway side by side like best friends dancing. The voices of people around me becomes music, and the trees dance faster, it's pretty interesting watching trees dance In the wind.

If this is what I do for entertainment, just watching trees dance In wind then I really mustn't have a life. The bell goes off and my daydream dies. I pick up my head phones and listen to music,close my eyes and let all my worries leave.
"Hey. Fatty!"
I hear as someone shouts at me. I look over my shoulder.
"Yes you!... ugly"
As my face goes red (I think) tears roll down my face showing all my dimples. I put my phone in my pocket of my favorite jacket and walk over to the girl.
"Oh look who's here. (Friends chuckle) miss dimple? Perfect. Haha"
I stare at here sky blue eyes for a second and wait. Then I swing a punch, not expecting it or what happened next.
"*shocked* little - bit-ch"
She shouts so everyone is watching now. I open my mouth about to say something but I can't force the words out.

I run for the bathrooms so I can stay there forever. On the way all my so called friends ask if I'm okay I'm not sure how to answer that when nothings okay.