Everything was so loud.
My head was hurting, everyones voices, and what they said got stuck in my head, not willing to let go, they were all so loud and jarring, everything was blurry, my head was beating in pain, and still somewhere in all this chaos i've managed to wonder 'did they noticed?'. I raised my hand.
"Yes"said the teacher.
"I need to pee" i lied.
"Again...every single leson you need to pee, maybe go to check it" what an asshole, why does she care.
I took my phone, and i got out of class, before i even noticed i was already running, this distance is too short to walk.
I went into the stall and the tears came out, it calmed me down. I hated it, but so it was, and i let those tears to wash the stress of me. I felt my chess loosen out i raised my head and looked at the ceiling, curling smoke came out from the stall in the end.
"Smoking?" I called to the smoke.
"Crying?" She called back to me.
"Such a Shitty school" i yelled to the ceiling. "True" she said and blew out some smoke.
"A Shitty world" she yelled a little louder then me. "True" i said, and she laughed, in a sad, broken chuckle, i wanted her to stop.
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Writing segments
DiversosI start a bunch of segments:) but I never finish:( So it's gonna be kind of first draft. There will be here segments in English and the ones in Hebrew will be in another book i'll try to translate all segments to both languages, but there's things...
