This again.
This familiar feeling of anger yet melancholy as I pace the vacant corridors.
Don't let them get to you.
Well, that's easier said than done.
My worn out boots hit the cold floor as my arms sway by each side. The sleeves of my hoodie reaching just past my finger tips. My thick, dark brown hair falls neatly behind me, which is surprising considering I can't be bothered doing anything with it. My bag sways, pushing off my lower back every so often. I was in my own world, daydreaming as I walked. Unfortunately, day dreams can't help anyone out of a place like this. Grim and morbid seem like reasonable words to use. I'm not very favoured here but I have a couple good friends.
My haze was cut short by a quiet insult, which grew louder and louder the more I came back to my senses. The stares and whispers were getting to much recently, even shouting got to me.
"Look, there she goes!"
"Who?"
"Ghost Girl!"
"Yeah, she's weird. Really weird."
"I heard she eats lunch alone. I could never do that!"
"Who even likes her?"
"Who even needs her?"
Same shit, different day I suppose. A "Hello" or "How are you?" Definitely wouldn't go unnoticed.
Before things got worse, I slipped off my bag and pulled out my earphones, my phone following after. I went straight to Spotify, scrolling aimlessly through the range of artists before finally deciding on Modern Baseball. Seems that the only person I really listen to is whoever is on the other end of my earphones.
I slowed my pace to a hault as I stopped outside of my English class. I really enjoy English, my only problem is the people within the class. I greeted my teacher with a smile and a "good morning" as I made my way to my seat, all the harsh comments fell to silence. I assumed this was probably due to the fact many wouldn't dare talk about me right in front of me, but rather behind my back.
This time it was different. This silence was more unsettling rather than peaceful. It seemed as if we were all holding our breath, hiding from something. I panic, was it me? Had I done something? Was it yet another 'kick me' sign? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't great.
"What?" I asked, my expression almost as confused as I was. Silence again fills the room. I turned, frustrated with the lack of response.
"I asked a fucking question." Slips through gritted teeth. Even my teacher couldn't give a reasonable explanation at this point, her eyes wide with bewildered concern.
"You don't see that?!" A voice finally exclaims. He slowly backs away from the corner he clambered to for shelter from the unknown. Slowly but surely, a feeling spread throughout every inch of my body. A feeling of closured freedom, recklessness. A sudden urge to let go of every regret or mistake I have ever made.
I had felt this many times before. Only this time, it was literally staring me in the face.
