Walking down the halls of Rurpurn Hall Middle School, or also known as RHMS was horror. Everyone stared.. even at the most beloved students.
Like, Riley Loveborne. To be honest school dictators were common mishap at RHMS I was leaning against my locker. Aloof at my surroundings, headphones deafening out every scream and screech coming from the girls and boys in the lower grades. Everyone rushed to their classes when the bell rang. But, I just leaned there absent to my surroundings.This peace was abruptly interrupted by a teacher. It was oddly a school administrator. Which, where barely seen throughout the school day. Most lunches I sit alone. And to be honest, nobody even cares. In most cases, my mother would be staring out the window crying.
And dad, he was in his room doing work. And, he never cared, never looked, and rare,y ate dinner. Though, theory spreads that all he does is order takeout.was also never there for me. The next day, I walked in to school frightened. People were staring at my green ugly Christmas sweater in mid-October. They were looking at me in disgust, screaming "Cornelia's a fat Santa Claus!" "Cornelia's a fat Santa Claus!" I had enough. I ripped the girls pink lacey collar off.
"Better watch out next time Riley," I whispered with a tinge of anger, but deep inside sadness, and regret. I looked at all of the students. I they occasionally whispered to their friends. But, they mostly looked away and smashed their faces into lockers. They were all called into the class by force. They were all late, they all stared, looked. But, I was looking out to the far distance imagining peace. Like in a field full of roses. Specifically bright red ones.
I was marked late of course. And, got a day of afterschool detention. But, no teacher ever arrived. So, detention was just a bunch of thirteen year olds staring at their phones all day.
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In a Field of Roses
General Fiction𝙰 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍? 𝙾𝚛, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕?