Walking to school by myself, is ok, I suppose. It's really time to self reflect and think...and listen to music. I know, deep down, that I did miss the morning and after school banters walking home with my friends but I figure keeping isolated is best. There's a daily problem and a daily piece of silence to work out that problem.
Registration, I stare out the window. Watching the rain splash onto the windows calmly without a care. Watching teachers and pupils run to their classes, birds in the sky, the road and construction keeps me amused for the 10 minutes I have to be near her.
In all my classes, I sit silently. I answer questions, collect the books, uncomfortably handing them out, trying to avoid their eyes. They know I'm the knife obsessioned freak...
In school, I know they stare. It's normal, people whispering "she's the freak with the knife obsession" But I don't care what they say. They don't know me.
I hear what the rumors are, and I know the comments written on the walls about me in the toilets. I don't go in the second corridor anymore. I cannot stand to see their faces any longer.
My close friends, surprised they are still there, to be honest, are my support, even though i try to avoid them at all costs. I will stick their fights, beat their bullies. I suppose crushing Lauren's hand when she cut me doesn't help, now they are all scared of me...I know they are, they know what I'm capable of.
End of the day again faces more problems. Homework, revision, people to talk to, Craig.... My escape seems to be my poems and this computer, because no one else seems to understand me in this city. This city if full of cold hearted so-and-so's and the people I wanna be near as so far away. Maybe...I can run away, but that's just food for thought..
