Edgy teen hates highschool.

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Sometimes I look at all the kids in my class and I wonder where they went wrong. They brag about drinking, vaping, vaping with their parents, and keeping a 3.0 gpa all at the same time, but any thing is possible when you lie.

Every day its the same thing over and over again. They're either headaches for their parents. They're problematic with their parents. Or they're like me, and their parents wished they'd never existed. Or maybe I'm the one that wished I didn't exist. It's not like a permanent thing, there are just times I wish I could disappear. Times like now.

Right now I wished I could drown myself deep enough into the onslaught of oh so young wild and free teens that no one could find me. Just for a little while. Maybe enough time for a nap. Or at least until this class was over.

Their hollow voices were ringing in my head.Their  Words. Their Parties. Their Hookups. Their Lies. All swirling around in my skull giving me a tinge motion sickness and a vague feeling of nausea. Sensory overload.

Thats one of the things they don't tell you about public school. It's so big. Teens travel in droves. They meet in circles. They talk in a language only their clan understands. And transferring in to their grade in the middle of the year means nothing to them because you, yourself are a nothing.

So I sink into my chair and sit in the far away corner of the class waiting for the bell to ring. Releasing a breath, closing my eyes, willing myself to disappear.

Then the bell rings.