No one likes school, Especially me, because my special ed classes aren't hard and they offer no challenge. It's almost like they think I'm the biggest idiot of all time because I have a few disorders.
I just think that that's wrong, how you can treat a person on how they act not on how they think. So most of the time I'll go off on my own and sketch out a picture. The only up side of being in these classes though is that there is no home work and you never have tests.
While walking the two blocks down the road to get to Francis D. Stine middle school, I noticed kids riding on buses rushing past me towards the school. Each time one would go by a cold breeze would go up my shirt and chill me down to the bone.
"God I hate Winter!" I screamed.
Since no one was around me it didn't matter that I scream. I start walking fast and tuck my face into the collar of my jacket.
After the five minute walk to our hell hole of a middle school. I walk into the 8th grade hallway and see that all the lockers are open.
My mouth drops to see all of the papers and binder laying all over the hall as if someone had pulled them out and deliberately thrown them all over the floor. I wasn't the first person in there. There where people already sorting and sifting through everything for their stuff. As I carefully jump through the mess of papers to my locker which is bent and mangled from the break in like all the others. I look it to see all of my papers exactly where they normally where. I'm astonished by my great fortune.
As I pulled out my stuff for my first class a boy jumped past me and bumped me by accident. I turned around and then quickly looked away so he wouldn't see me blushing.
