Dots -Short Story-

9. School

I like school.

It's safe.

I can get distracted.

And if I do something wrong the worst I can get are yells.

And I don't mind being scolded.

I don't mind detention.

And I also don't mind being ignored.

Because not everyone ignores me.

And it's not like I want everyone to see me.

To look at me.

Just a few.

A few that like talking to me.

That don't mind that I don't talk all that much.

I figured it out with time really.

That school isn't too bad.

Too shabby.

Too...I don't know...crowded?

Anyways

School isn't really bad.

Not when you put some effort.

And not when you have some luck.

But I think.

Even if I didn't have that luck.

I'd still like school.

Because I'm good at pretending.

So fitting in isn't too hard.

And it stop being tiring some years ago.

Because it makes it easier.

To forget.

To fade into the background.

To take it easy even if it's not.

So yeah.

Without luck I wouldn't have real friends.

I would be part of the background.

And although I wouldn't mind...

I'm glad.

I'm glad I have them.

Even if I can't tell them.

Even if they are just school friends.

Because they help me get by.

Help me forget more.

Forget better.

Help me not have to pretend everything.

Even if they don't know.

Never know.

I'm grateful.

That they're there.

So school is not really bad.

It's a safe spot.

Even if not a completly happy one.

At least for me.