We moved here not to long ago, but I'm still getting used to the surroundings - the dark shade of green on the trees, the matted green grass, and the cool rush of air that flows every so often.
It's extremely different from the desert, so much more alive it seems.
Being "normal" is still hard. I don't think I'll ever be normal, I'm too damaged, too broken.
School is just a waste of time honestly but I suppose it's better than staying home. The treatment I get at school seems to follow regardless of where I go, trying to keep up with it is just an immensely draining challenge. One where I can only do nothing.
Every day feels like I'm holding on by a thread, one where the strings that hold it together are slowly coming apart. But at the end of the day, I'm still gripping the thread, and that's what counts, right?
The bell rang, signalling the end of first period, I snapped out of my thoughts and made my way out of the classroom.
The first time I see her is when she bumps into me, apologizing as she does.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
I nodded, not looking up, just picked up my things. I didn't put much thought into it and continued on. I could hear the girl call out to me, asking if I was ok, I looked over my shoulder and nodded to her, but kept walking.
I made it to class just as the tardy bell was ringing and started to my seat in the back of the classroom. I sighed as I sat down, got out my notebook and pencil, and hurriedly did the bellwork.
After I was done I sat back and gazed about the classroom, do any of these people know me?
Would they even notice if I was gone?
Would they care?
Would anyone really?
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What Lies Beyond the Silence
General Fiction"Can you sit up?" I continue to stare at her, I thought she went to class? Waiting for an answer, she still has her eyes on me. After a while she says, "What? Did you really think that I was going to go to class and let this happen to you?"
