A Long Road

On The Inside

Monday.
I hate today, that's for sure.
Another day of learning some pointless brain stuff that I cannot be bothered with. The plain white sheets of my bed match with everything else in my room. White, white, white and white. Yep, even the chest of drawers and the window frames and from the outside the one-way glass that makes up my boring window is plain gleaming white, even most of the buildings here are white. I rub my eyes and clear my never-out-of-the-way almost jet-black hair from my face, if you keep it there it would become rather itchy. I take a quick glance in my white-framed mirror to see the almost invisible black dip-dye that coats the ends of my hair, a sign of my "apparently" low intelligence. I don't care to notice my tan colored skin that nobody else had because the practically never go outside. Unlike me. I dress into the usual ; white t-shirt, jeans, black flats and a messy bun in my hair.
I flicker my eyes to the heap of untouched books on my desk and sigh, time to pack for the day, even our bags are uniformed and colour coded. Mine is black telling you I have low grades and the strap is a deep blue colour stating that I'm thirteen. They say I'm just going through a phase of school hatred but then again that's what hey were saying eight years ago when I fist started school. Once I've placed the last school book in my now ridiculously heavy bag I can have some breakfast. The food we get is about as exciting as my room. I head down to the food room for my dorm, A.74. Rather ironic because my grades are nowhere near A's in fact they're closer to the F department and trust me, in a society where brains are all most care about you don't really want to be considered low in the intelligence department. I take my usual seat amongst all of the other girls and pour myself a glass of bitter energy juice, we always get it on Mondays, a real wake up call to all us sleepy heads. Of course the girls with good grades are next to never sleepy, always ready for a stack of passes, passes allow you to get places, like say you wanted to go to a fancy dinner on a weekday? Passes would get you there. That's how they make you study, fun. But why would I be interested in that? It's not as if I have friends to enjoy it with, or any friend I'd be allowed to enjoy it with. Besides, i don't have the same idea of fun anyway. Most haven't properly socialized with a guy since the age of eight but I've always been different, not that I am really allowed to talk to guys but I fit in there more than I do here, that's for certain. Taking a sip from my drink I grimace slightly, there's no getting used to such a taste of lemon juice. I reach for a cereal bar and read the label; Orange and chocolate energy bar. I unwrap it, these ones never taste too bad, with a lack of passes I don't get much good food. I finish the cereal bar and grab two apples on my way out. One for snack and one to have with lunch. I wait for the bus