Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Morning. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. This is going to be a good day...
I arrived at my tutor at 8:45 not too late not too early just on time, this is a good thing. Gail is here today that's another good thing. There's a new kid in tutor, he may be nice that's another good thing. If you hadn't guessed by now I'm noting everything that's good in my head. It sometime's help to see the good in things. You guys should try it sometimes it really can help.
"Hey" Said Gail quickly scribbling down her maths homework that was due for next lesson.
"Hey hows the maths homework I would help you but seeing as my QI is the same as a demented camel I'm probably not the best for help."
"It's fine don't worry I'm nearly done anyway." She said laughing slightly at my comment.
After tutor I walked down the long corridor to get to my maths class where I was once again with Simon. Simon's hair was in a pushed back ponytail and when I mean ponytail I mean a little tuft of hair sticking out of a bit of elastic. I met Simon in maths class he only joined in that year, and you may be interested to know but our first conversation ever was about how we would kill someone. No lie. Today in maths we were learning about how to find out the radias and diameter of a circle and my teacher was getting very stressed out, and then later on went to talk about trees. For half an hour. Don't get me wrong I love trees you know that but, there's a point when you need to stop, stop talking about trees. Charlie I seriously doubt they care about your maths teacher or you for that matter. Shut up.
After Maths it was break and then three more lessons after that then lunch, then one more lesson. At break I went to the library to finish some homework and catch up with some friends I arrived at the library quickly after maths it took barely any time too get there and that's when it hit me. All of my emotions I had been ignoring for the whole of the day had just hit me in a tornado coming at me at full speed.I thought I was going to break down there and then. But I didn't I kept it in and proceeded to go into the library. The library was quiet for once what was rare and a year ten was behind the desk. I wondered if I would live for that long until year 10? That would be a miracle. I wondered around the library to try and find my friends but I couldn't find anyone. Tiredly, I fell down onto one of the library bean bags and started to do my french homework. C'était ennuyeux. See this story can be educational as well.
" Are you okay Charlie?" The librarian who I knew well walked over too me and crouched down to my level. She had concern in her eyes an she was showing more kindest to me than anyone had in a long time. Desperately, I wanted to tell her the truth, I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted someone to help me. I needed it. My emotions were about to escape out of me and I just wanted to cry. I took a deep breath and said...
"I'm fine..."
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Barely alive
Fiction généraleSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
