This,this is the last day i will be pushed around. Tonight is the night. The night I leave. Just get through this day, one last day until I can be in the big open world.
“Azalia.. Do you know the answer?” Mrs. French purposely asked me to embarrass me. I obviously wasn’t paying attention, so she does this. I quickly try to remember what she was talking to the class about.
“Um, I do not” I reply, trying not to bring any more attention to myself. Mrs. French gave me the disappointed look I get way too often.
“Well, then why don’t you come up here and write five sentences about chapter 6 of Animal Farm.”
I look around the room, towards all the faces looking at me. Anxiety quickly fills my chest, like fire taking over my heart. I take a deep breath before, pushing myself out of my desk. Mrs. French is waiting for me at the board and hands me the marker. She returns to her desk. I look back at the students, but their attention is no longer on me but each other.
I’m done with this. All of this. I take in a quick breath as a smirk creeps on to my face. The words I have dreamt of saying so many times, but never did. I press the marker to the board and write the letter so familiar to my mind.
When I’m finished I stand by my work and clear my throat, forcing the faces to focus on me again. I hear a faint gasp as I walk to my desk and grab my bag. I walk over and stand at the door. I look again at the faces that were so familiar to me, then I look at my work on the wall proudly. Without thinking I take a bow, blow a kiss and strut out of the room.
“Fuck This”
