Groups scattered the corridor all staring down at me. I didn't fit into this hell hole, every step I took the walls seemed closer to squeezing me and breaking every bone in my body.
"So it's basically like a school?"
"Well yes a school for kids with umm 'problems' "
The words repeated again and again in my head 'it's just like a school, it's just like a school'
But it's not like a school, it's a home, it's a place for the depressed, the addicts, the outcasts, me
I headed for a room, my 'class room' and felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as the door pushed open, 50 eyes ️pierced through the silence and on me, the killing feeling for a cigarette was becoming stronger.
"Miss O'brien welcome" the stun of someone speaking directly to me glued my lips together. I looked around at the glaring room my eyes rested on the only person in the room not looking at me, brown hair ruffled in front of his face. His eyes set on what seemed to be some sort of sketch book.
He looked up as if sensing my confused glare, his stare wasn't like the others it was more pitiful more human.
For a moment I felt something warm rush of my cold flesh.
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Teen Fiction"I'm human I know I'm human so what makes you think that you can't throw my emotions around like a football? Please tell me?" Violet O'brien gets sent to a school like rehab but more lonely and more school like. Alone, confused and desperate for s...
