Lighthouse

In a haze

It was a beginning, the beginning of everyday hustle and bustle in her life. She was ready physically but not mentally. Being at school seemed like a pressure for Margaret, 16-year old pupil of the 8th school. Maths floated into Geometry then Chemistry turned into Physics and all those subjects didn't make sense. It was a big break and Margot decided to have a rest sitting on a sill. Her favourite song was playing in the headphones and the trees outside were rhythmically swaying in the wind. Everything was like a slow calm dream. Suddenly somebody touched Margot's shoulder and shattered the idyll. "It's not a waiting hall," said the principal North in his low voice. The girl had to go away. Margaret had some physical problems with her knees so she couldn't take part in the P.E. lessons. In that case, she had additional time for reading or listening to music. P.E. passed as quickly as every happy moment of human's life. It was time for an English lesson.
The high school came like a wrecking ball into Margaret's world. She had to study in a new form and kept silence for the whole day. The connection with old friends was already lost and there was only a couple of girls who really cared about her from time to time. So it was like being in a haze for her: lessons, crowds of teens, home tasks - everything was the same and she couldn't see the light in that routine.
Margot was sitting on the farthest desk listening to the grammar rule. The teacher's voice was fresh and a bit damaged by smoking so it sounded quite pretty not disgusting. After listening to the theory, everybody was writing a test. Margot knew that the majority of her answers would be correct so her mark supposed to be B or even A. While she was handing in the answer sheet, her hand touched miss Sunshine's fingers. That moment lighted up her mind and Margot looked at the teacher. There was some kind of fear and interest in her eyes. Margot rushed to go out of the classroom. The next moment she saw all those unfamiliar faces and sank in the depths of haze again.
Margot was going home listening to "Too good" but suddenly she decided to change her direction. She wanted to smoke on the Sinshill as she called a space near a schoolyard.

Dear reader, I'm really sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes and hope that you're a bit interested.