After a long day at school, being constantly threatened and picked at, almost passing out from lack of sleep, and being completely disappointed about your test results, its the end of the day and youre in homeroom. You have your stuff and you sit on your desk, resting on your shoulders. There aren't many kids in your homeroom, but it seems unusually loud. Yet, you hear a faint sound from the back of the room, as if someone if calling for help. You hear slight sniffles and winces. You turn your head to see someone with their head on a desk, softly weeping. The other kids in your homeroom stare at that kid and whisper. You cant help but wonder...are they okay? Did something happen? Should i approach them?
You decide to get up from your desk and approach the kid. But, you just stand there in front of them, staring, very hesitant. You open your mouth to say something but as soon as you take a breath in, the bell rings for dismissal. The kids all rush out the door and that one kid stands up and exits.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
After School
No FicciónLittle bit of a past experience put into middle school instead of my elementary years.
