It's Just Living | c.h

14- Hell

Walking through the school gates it's like time itself stops.

The girls to my far left are pulling out the weekends homework that they haven't done.

The boys in front of me appear to be fighting over something but looks like the teachers are coming over before it gets rough.

The girls to my right are either looking at their nails or playing with their hair. And I'm just there.

Standing.

Spectating.

We are all doing the same thing. Wanting. Wanting for something only we can get yet don't know how.

I, for example, want to be invisible, to be heard but not seen.

The ignorant girls to my right, all wanting something to play with, something to mess up that isn't their hair.

The rude boys in front of me all want attention, any attention that they can get yet still crave more.

The lazy girls to my left all want to have a crazy, party-full weekend yet end up staying in taking pictures of their starbucks.

But time doesn't stand still. It moves on like it should.

And that's when the bell rings, the siren of another week, the siren of another day, another period.

Another attention seeking boy comes behind me and pushes the small of my back with so much force I land flat down with school children rushing around me.

Another day in hell.

I hear laughter, a ear deafening cackle that comes from the right. They may be flirty and delightful with the football captains but full time bitches the rest of the time.

"Oh look, the ghost returns with the second hand cardigan, no wonder nobody wants it!" The main bitch comments with her piercing voice that I oh-so hate.

"Just leave me alone." I mumble whilst picking up my last book and shoving it in my nirvana bag.

"And what?" A small group has now formed around us; I'm not getting into this.

Shoving my way through the nosy teenagers I hear sighs and bitchy comments.

What I would do to get away from this.