Why? Why this? It's the same thing over and over! The never ending opticals called days forever haunt my mind. My nightmare will never end.. ever.
I walk aimlessly to the bus stop, my messy, dark hair hung over my eyes. Bus thirty-four pulled up at the decent of my agony..
Another terrible day at school..
I was shoved and kicked on the bus... how many times? I forgot.
In class, I drown out everything by drawing.
"Zachrie."
I finally organise the trees in the parking lot.
"Zachrie.."
I can only hear a blur of words-
"ZACHRIE!"
I shoot up from my daze, hitting my knee against the desk.
"Ow!- err.. Y-yes?" I choke the words out of my throat. I can hear the mocking laughter of my peers.
"Look now at your peers, class.. One of them may never get anywhere in life." The old, wrinkly hag sneers.
