I sit in class, observing every move of every student. Each and every one of them having a conversation, loud and clear. I don't hear a sound. My mind blocks out everything as I observe:
The quiet girl that gets checked out at the same time every Tuesday. Therapy?
The mean jock that is younger than me, his parents get onto him if he doesn't perform well in sports, but couldn't care less about his grades.
The teacher, who is having a baby, but doesn't want him. The teacher, who doesn't want to teach.
I watch, and I learn things from people that are unsaid.
I sit in silence, glancing around the room, reading the pages of stories from people.
I have learned more about them than I have from this school.
