The rain within

The school that talks

Rain was dripping down the old crusty windows of the classroom, leaving odd colored stains. I was twiddling my pencil that I borrowed from my 1st period teacher in my hand. It was a plain #2 Ticonderoga pencil that was barely sharpened, and at the point where I had to shift grips every two seconds so that the lead wouldn't fall out. I was shoe-less under the black desk because of my teachers rule. The rule was if we borrowed a pencil we had to give him something of our own. It was pretty much trading items that didn't carry much value, though i didn't care to wear my shoe anyway. The back of the shoe was torn so every time i took a step i got a blister. That's pretty much the reason why I was trying so hard for the lead in my pencil not to fall out, because I really didn't want to get up. As the bell rang i felt a sigh of relief go through my body, but soon went away for it was only 1st period.

Later in the day I finally stepped into 5th period, also known as my favorite class. Mostly because of my teacher. At the beginning of the year i despised her. Well okay, that's a strong word... maybe i didn't despise her, maybe i just disliked her strongly at the time. Maybe it's because summer just ended and my mind was still totally empty from all the excitement. Note the sarcasm, my summer was actually quite boring most times. Though later through the year she's grown on to me. Whether i'm having a good or bad day I want to rant about, shes always there. Even though sometimes she wishes I was just a normal child who does her work, she gets through the day... eventually. I say that because since she used to be a college teacher, she isn't very used to the whole hyper thing.

 My friend and i joke with her a lot because she keeps on telling the class how even through she does have 2 boys of her own, she always wanted a daughter. That being said, for her birthday my friend Milli and I made her a home made gift. Of course.. we kinda forgot until the class before her's but luckily we through something together. We kinda understood why she turned it down because it was kind of, maybe a broken candy cane and some gummy worms. Even though she turned that down, we got her to keep the note saying how much we appreciate her. 

The joke started when I was sitting in class and she was lecturing us about who knows, and then she brought up how she didn't have a daughter. Well being the person i am, I stood up and said "But wait, I am your long lost daughter!" And right when I said that, Milli jumped up with excitement and yelled "OH OH ME TOO!", even though Ms. Adams was right in front of her. Milli was an extra hyper girl. Sometimes it got to her head though. It never bothered me because I always want people to be themselves no matter what, but since this is the school that talks- being yourself wasn't an option. Not unless you wanted to get dragged from the stars by your foot. What I especially liked about Milli is that she never let anyone tear her down no matter what. I on the other hand.. was, well partially like that.

 I didn't let anyone tear me down, but things did get to me. Thing is, they only got to me if I let them. 

This is the school that talks so why not get used to it? What the school talks about most is crystal. "Why is she always hurt??", "I heard her mom beats her.", "Omg whats wrong with that weirdo?". This I was interested in. Not because I wanted the latest gossip to spread, not because i wanted to tell the entire school, I wanted to know because I wanted to help her. And even if I did want the whole school to know i wouldn't just pass a note like a kindergardener! PA-lease! If I wanted the school to know something i'd scream it on the announcements for gods sake!... and not the point.