Observer

People

Log 1 21/04/16
I observe others, I try and think about what they are really thinking about when they talk to someone else. Or what they type before they click send or why it takes half an hour to reply to a hello. I've been in countless conversations where  there have been feet pointing outwards and the occasional yes and no s have been said. Interestingly, I use my ability to be invisible at the best of times and camouflage between the grains of the cold brick walls . Today is first day back.
Beverly :)
Beverly walked into school with her music drowning into her ears. Foot by foot she placed her feet into the modern entrance and already felt the atmosphere plunge into hell. The grainy blue carpet in the floor complimented the "school photos". How possibly more fake could they be than children enjoying the droning lessons of maths. Halting her daydream Mr.Maxwell motioned his hand towards her and she smiled warmly as her feet dragged along the floor. Why did she have to pretend so often? "Morning, how is form lessons and all?" He questioned his eyes flat, dark brown which often glanced around the room. She knew he was not interested and not bothered about her school life. But instead she pulled out her earphones and replied "Fine thank you, my lessons are going great except from irritable outbursts and irrelevant comments." She wanted to really say that as she knew but she was asking for a large helping of unnecessary drama. " Great thanks. " perfect. A short, simple answer that shouldn't engage more involvement in conversation. Facing sideways she already tried to escape this maze a thousand times but always failed. "That's.. Good... If there are any problems just let me know.." He spoke but this time his eyes were focused more, they gave an impression of concern. He implied "any problems"  because of course she always had them. Ignoring completely what he said she forced her face into a smile and walked towards the corridor. Why did they always ask that question when they already knew the answer. Walking at a brisker pace she exited the building behind the drama block. Everyday she noticed something about this walk wether it was the crisp  air that brought tears to her eyes. Or even the gloomy, empty mornings sky. Clouds slowly moved and overlapped the sky leaving almost the smallest gaps in between, waiting to be filled. Laughter and cheer echoed from the wide "play ground" space. Across the uneven gravel was a bench that the warm sun waves glinted upon.