Room 203

Day 1

  2008 was the year when something strange happened to me, and nowadays it is so strange because of no reason.  

At this time, I was in my classroom, approximately at 12:00 o' clock, I had not finished my duties, my classmates were playing as always. I was in the corner of the classroom where nobody could disturb me, the teacher said everybody to form teams of five.

  When I was in my team, I had a pretty strange thought, I had a headache, after I did not see so, I had an anxiety attack that made me throw everything around me.   

  It was a bad anxiety feeling the one I had. Soon, I started to calm down, thinking how to blame the teacher about what had happened to me.

  However I asked myself about it, thinking I'd better leave for my welfare. Everything was ok then, but I needed to arrive to the nursery so I wouldn't stay in the classroom anymore. I knew I had to be sure about what I was doing.   

I can't stand her! She always wants to get along with everyone when nobody is interested. Why did she decide ti become a teacher? Why does she want to screw over us?  

I still don't know what made me feel disturbed, that feeling that I like and can't explainI was at home, when I saw my parents were arguing, all the days were this way, there was not a moment when I could see a happy couple, except in a photograph, I think it ess from their wedding. I went to my room, the only place where I can be happy. I was checking mensages on my cellphone, the group of the classroom didn't stop talking nonsenses including homework.

The first night I cound't not sleep. Every time that I closed my eyes, I felt an extremely fury for what had happened, I couldn't stand that the teacher got away with it. The days went by and I was only thinking in make something in make something that made her not to give classes anymore, nobody knew the teacher made favors to others in order to have a little more of money.

Once, the teacher was giving grades, she gave mine, I didn't want her to be neaf mine so a day, I thougth about writing a letter where I would write how much I hated her and to me, she is a dead woman, I would never write my name, I would just leave it in one of her car seats.