Broken

Chapter I

I am sitting here eagerly waiting for the final bell to ring. Ive been waiting all day long. Its Friday. C'mon bell, just ring already. The minute hand ticks ever so slowly, and it can never move fast enough. One tick after the other, seconds at a time. This seat is starting to hurt my ass, so maybe I should bring a seat cushion from now and just carry it around all day. Hah. Genius! Wow, am I really thinking about seat cushions. Yes, yes I am. Way to go, Izza. Look at that, the clock went from 2:11 to 2:15. Only five more minutes until I can get out of this room, walk to my car, and head away from this school. East Sandy Miller High School to be exact. In a few months, this place will be history because graduation is around the corner, thank you. I think I've been successful in maintaining my 4.5 GPA all these years in this dungeon. Blah blah blah. Here I go again, reflecting on my life. All reflecting is good for is to make time pass, which is what it just did. The bell rings in zero point five minutes-- thirty seconds.

"Don't forget your textbook work, page 432, is due on Tuesday when you get back from your long weekend!" The woodpecker-face teacher is writing on the whiteboard. Red dry erase marker. Cursive. That hideous excuse of cursive, I mean. Her voice disgusts me. Its a mix of Cleveland Brown and Squidward. Just silence yourself, Mrs.Woodpecker. I am trying to stare intensely at the clock to make it tick faster, in only one minute I can leave. I'll observe my hands for a moment because they are that interesting. The dark blue polish is chipped on my right thumb and every other finger. Well, that's inevitable since it will always chip no matter what I do as I will pick it all off anyway-- I have a bad habit of that. Im either biting or picking at my nails. At that thought, the bell rings. Yes.