Sighing deeply, my eyes watched the small clock that hung above the whiteboard.
'Tick...tock...tick...tock,' was the only sound that my mind could comprehend. Whatever my social studies teacher Mr. Bryen was nagging on and on about was almost like an unknown language to me at that moment. I am always so painstakingly bored at this point of the day. Seven classes each and every day that are nearly an hour long with only short breaks in between was the reason my anxiety was sky high all the time.
For one, there are way too many people. Traveling down the hallways between classes was like trying to get right in the very front, before the stage, at a popular concert without getting knocked down, shoved around, or even better: injured. It was nearly impossible. Walking through the halls here were a personal hell for myself considering my drastic anxiety about crowds, and small spaces. I feel as if I can not breathe and my heart is about to explode. I have a panic attack daily just attending class. For two, there is not enough medication in the world that could make this school any less depressing. What, with all the judgmental pricks, and annoying ass bullies...do you expect any less? Lastly, there is so much work assigned each and every day. It puts one hundred times more stress than I already have on my shoulders. I have enough to worry about without all of the bullshit assignments that will probably never benefit me later in life. It's a waste of my life to be here, but it's mandatory, and I just have to suck it up until I am of dropout age.
'Tick...tock...tick...tock,' the clock continued singing its never ending song, keeping me on the edge of my seat. I am craving the musical chime of the school bell signaling the end of the school day. The boredom has completely consumed me which reminded me of the mistake I made when I decided not to ditch school today with Jimmy.
Who is Jimmy? Well, Jimmy is my best friend. He's been by my side since freshman year, through thick and thin. I consider him to be my brother in a sense, I suppose.
Jimmy was what your parents would consider a "bad influence". You wouldn't catch him with the same chick for more than a day. He was the "one night stand" type of guy. I guess, you could say he's mastered being a player. Jimmy is a party type of guy and that is why I enjoyed his company. When I'm with him, I'm never bored, and he always knows how to keep the weight of my emotions off of my shoulders. He's taught me how to actually live my life and embrace being young while I still can. I adored him like a sister adores her kid brother. No matter what happens...I know that he will always have a piece of my heart with him and that he will always be my best friend. I'm positive of this.
'Tick...tock...tick...tock', teased the clock, the handles dragging at the speed of a sloth. Twenty more minutes until I am out of this hellhole... I turned my head towards the aged, wooden door of my classroom hearing a slight peck at the small rectangular window of the door. It was barely audible if you were paying attention, but I wasn't. So, it was loud and clear to my ears. Jimmy's face was pressed against the glass in a way that made me chuckle to myself. He flashed a shimmering white smile as he backed away from the door motioning for me to follow him.
Was he really that desperate to see me? I mean, what is the point in just walking out of class twenty minutes before it's over? Getting in trouble twenty minutes before the bell is scheduled to ring for release is like getting in trouble right as you're getting picked up to go out with a group of friends. Ridiculous and unnecessary. Couldn't he just wait a little bit? I could see him still standing in front of the glass pane glaring at me. Really? Whatever. I don't even care. I just don't want to hear his impatient ass bitch at me. This wouldn't be my first time walking out of class. The punishments at this school were a joke to be honest. Last time I did this, I just had to patiently sit through a boring, nagging lecture given by "the man" himself, Mr. Wellington the head principal. Rolling my eyes, I scooted my chair out from my desk with a small screech. I began walking out of the full classroom that had gone dead silent with curiosity.
