Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)

School (6)

First day back to school.
Leaving my home
To attend a place where there are
Smelly kids,
Bullies,
Tired eyes,
And stress consumed monsters.
Who wouldn't love that?

Voices echo through the hallways,
Like we're all stuck in an endless cave.
I can't even hear a coherent sentence.
The teachers are bored,
Standing there,
Slouched over,
Monotone,
Lifeless.
I daydream and tap my pencil,
As if I'm playing the percussion
For a grand audience.
I see the stage,
Bright lights shining on the center,
Crowds of people moving like waves in the sea,
Screaming nonsense towards me,
As I smile brightly,
Proud.
I'm knocked out of fantasy
When the kids start swarming out of the classroom,
Like they're cars in rush hour.

Then the cycle repeated.
Each class was the same.
All but one.

The class that catches my attention,
Like a moth drawn to a flame,
Is my English class.
Sat there, in the back,
Head turned, looking out the window,
Staring intently as if the most interesting scene in a movie is playing before her,
Is the coffee loving girl.
Her blonde hair is down,
With little flowers dancing on top of her head.
Her pastel colors compliment her fair skin,
And she looks so graceful sitting there.

I sit down and try to focus,
But my mind keeps drifting off.
I only stare at the eggshell wall,
Not paying attention to anything else.
The bell rings, ending class.
I bolt out of the room,
As if there was a natural disaster occurring,
As if the world was ending.
But no,
I was just too embarrassed and self-conscious.

The walk home was a walk through my thoughts.
Events playing back and forth,
As if I'm pressing rewind on a movie screen.
Raindrops are falling from the sky,
And I left my umbrella at home.
The cold water seeps into my bones
Sending shivers down my spine.
I rub my hands together
Trying to create some friction,
Some kind of warmth to envelope myself in.
My shoes are soaked as I step in puddles,
The water splashing against my feet,
Socks soaked and soggy,
Toes cold like ice.

I take a deep breath,
Then exhale.
I finally reach my house
After what felt like days.
I grab the keys from under the mat,
And I unlock the door.
Click!

I'm back home.
But is it really home?

I take my shoes off
And slouch into the couch,
Turning into mush.
Muscles easing finally,
No longer tensed up.
Headaches roll in, making me clench,
All because I'm
Thinking too much.
Stop. Thinking.
Stop. Help.

School has only begun.