Ring ring ring "Sorry I'm late" I mumble before heading to my seat.
"Should've stayed home" some jackass whispers
I roll my eyes and ignore the laughter. The teacher tries to calm down the class.
I sit down in the blue plastic chair and shrug my shoulders. I look down at the desk as I focus on the sound of the clock ticking. My grey uniform sweater pulled past my wrists. My black skirt stopping just above my knees.
The door opens and in walks the principal. Hopefully not for me today. I instantly place my head down lower.
I keep my head down as I doodle in my art book. The sound of intrigued mummers fill the room. I still keep my head down silently waiting for the principal to call my name for the third time this week.
"Hello class. I have a new student here ready to join you. This is Ethan and he will be attending Dire Hill secondary with you all. Ethan you can go have a seat" Mr Morris says
I look up and my green eyes are met with hazel-green ones from across the room. There is a boy with chocolate brown hair with a single blond strip in it. I feel the urge to smile when he grins at me but I fight against it and look back down. I hear a chair move from the table behind me and I know he sat there. I ignore it and add details to the dead tree I was drawing. The ink moves precisely, detailing the fallen leaves. The grey bark and the over grown moss.
The class goes on and I zone out. During the class the teacher asks me to stop doodling and pay attention.
So I stared out of the window.
I rested my chin in the palm of my hand as I stared at the dull fall day. I stare at the old swing set with no children on it. The seat swaying lightly due to the cold wind.
Red, orange and yellow leaves rustle, bored and dead. Like me. I mean I relate as in the bored part. I'm not dead. At least not physically
Random thoughts roam my mind as the teacher rambles on. I feel someone staring at me from behind. I glance back to see the hazel eyed boy staring at me.
Once he sees me he doesn't turn away. He places a sly smile on his face and maintains eye contact. I turn back around confused. I look at the black and white clock that hung over the chalk board.
I place my books in my bag along with my pencil case. I zip it up and hold onto the strap. I tap my white converse on the tiled floor.
3 2 1
Ring ring ring
I swing my bag over my shoulder and run out of class before anyone else can. I head into the schools auditorium. Dull lights covering the massive, empty room. The wooden stage brimmed with red curtains. I run behind the curtains and the many stage props. I get to the set of last years play of Winnie the Pooh. There is a bunch of fake trees and a oil pastel drawing of a lake and grass.
Lights shine from the floor of the stage and through some blue plastic. The room glows blue and I smile to myself. I take out my book and start drawing.
I draw a picture of the night sky and a ship in water. The blue pencil crayons smudge together, blending the water into a mystery. The bright white moon captivating the centre of the page with a small black, shadow of a ship in the middle. I start to quietly sing the lyrics of lost boy by Ruth B.
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"There was a time, when I was alone."
"No where to go and no place to call home"
"My only friend was the man in the moon"
"And even sometimes, he would go away too"
I smiled to myself as I think of the book of my childhood. Wanting to disappear into never land. As I child I've always wanted to run away and go on an adventure. Fight pirates and fly to a magical land. A world where you could stay young and free.
I feel like caterpillar who's waiting for its wings
