Beneath the gray skies

8:02

Fuck this shit

As I peacefully paced to my school I felt the air's briskness with my own face. It was just as cold as the others, my classmates. I was probably late already but I had no intention in running insanely like a wild horse. I also had no intention in seeing him, Jack Jefferson. The person who I despised. The person who had made me an emotional wreck. The person who laughed when someone else in the world cried. The person who was black inside instead of being white like the others. The person who could dominate pretty much anyone.
I leaned onto the door, trying to open it. The school halls had grown longer and seemed grayer than before. Once I had made it through it I came to the door which lead to my beloved classroom. The link of the door chuckled at me, just like everyone else as I gently pressed on it with my cold, pale hands.
"Miss Smith, you're late. Have a seat," a professional and a sharp voice flung to my ears.
"Um, yes-sorry-hello?"
The class let out a cruel cackle. What a delightfully warm welcome. I had forgotten to carefully browse through my mind while picking the correct words. If I'd just let my brain blurt out nonsense then my everyday socializing with the outside world would sound like that. The teacher had a satisfied expression as if she had forced the class to humiliate me.
""Um, yes-sorry-hello?"" Tony, one of the most unpopular guys in my class, whispered mockingly to Ann, one of the most popular girls in my class. She actually replied to him with a giggle and just by that, Tony's dominance had risen and his inside started to turn gray. Once I had settled down on my wooden desk, I started to think. Why, why didn't they just ignore my existence. They probably just wanted to pour their inner angst on me, which somewhat made sense, I guess.
I glared at the green board, which was smothered with chalk. I didn't quite understand what was written on it since I had left my thick rimmed glasses home due to the morning rut. Maybe I should ask someone, a thought rolled in my mind like a sharp green piece of glass in the rolling waves, ready to become soft and opaque in the edges. No, That was out of the question, they'd either ignore me or laugh at me. So it was decided, I was going to stand there like a bronze statue until the end of the class and once we were departing from the classroom, I'd examine what the hell is on the board. That seemed like a good plan until one thing struck me, Time. The old Time, who limped slowly when I was waiting. The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes seemed like hours. I anxiously glanced at the clock  every now and then, but it hadn't even crawled to a minute. In order to kill the time, I had to use three weapons: a pencil, an eraser and some notepad paper. I briefly swayed my pencil around, attempting to create a masterpiece. Luckily, my attempt was successful, the bell rung which marked that the first period was finally over. Everyone greedily pushed themselves outside, "accidentally" bumping into me. The crowd  shoved me to the door, giving me no chance to read what was our home and class assignment. Oh well, we don't need this in the future anyways, so why bother, as my dad used to say. 
"I'm totally gonna kick ass while playing volleyball today in PE," Anton, one of the football jocks, spoke excitedly
"Oh yeah? Well if ya can't then you're a real pussy," Josh, also a football jock, replied.