I would rather be at home

August 25

August 25

The first day of school.

I don't aim to meet new people like most kids the first day of school. 

I aim to make it through the day without a panic attack. 

Unfortunately, no one else has the same goal. People approach me and try to recruit me into their clans. The Jocks, the goth kids, the emos, the good kids, computer nerds, the school queens and kings that everyone worships, the artists, etc...

Thankfully no one approaches me except for the photography group and artists. I do like photography, but I can't bring myself to join their little artsy- can't-drink-anything-but-black-coffee, group. 

I am a loner. I like it that way.

'fucking biology" is the first class of the day. I grab the binder labeled accordingly and go to class. 

The teacher's name is Mr.Duff and he always acts like he is high. This is his last year teaching at the school, he is retiring after this year. He says that now he can do anything because the school won't fire him. A girl is sitting next to me in the back of the class. She is wearing sunglasses inside. She laughs at my notebook labeled "fucking biology". She takes off her sunglasses and looks at me and winks. Her pupils are very dilated. I think she is high on some sort on Cocaine.

The day goes on. I sit alone at lunch. No one asks me to sit with them. I don't ask to sit with anyone either.