The room I'm in is bright. Way too bright for my liking. People can see me this way and it's almost like being naked. The walls are littered with bright reds yellows and oranges, amidst other colors. Happy pictures of students and Mrs. Wrong littered the wall by the door. All of the smiles in them were surely fake, much like the laughs I'm being forced to hear right now. Fake seems to be a trend in this room, but to them its happiness and natural. Funny thing is the people chattering around me have all gossiped about each other around the school, conniving and ruthless yet most of them, even with the knowledge of the betrayal, are still happy. I definitely don't belong here. I belong in class, not here missing a, most likely, important lesson. My grades are my ticket out of here. The rest doesn't matter. It never did, so I am having trouble understanding why i have suddenly been tossed in with the "popular" crowd and why my teachers are suddenly powerless to help me.