"And that's why life is terrible," I conclude my long rant to the counselor Right now I am sitting in the place where most of my time in school is spent, in the counselors office or as I call it my personal heaven. Because it gives me an excuse to get away from class and all these idiots I call my classmates, it also gives me a place to rant where its acceptable.
"Hm," The counselor mumbles as she scribbles something on a piece of paper. She is also like that, a open ear and quite quite. But she had good advice every time I am here, so there is another reason that its worth coming here. "Well let's see can you at least name something that has happened to you in the last days that has been enjoyable."
I rack my memories, no far nothing. No friends so no fun outings, oh what about? No not that, but maybe, yes this would work. "Well I went to go see the Hobbit a couple days ago," On a Friday night to be precise. Yes that is the only thing I have ever done in months that can be noted, I have been waiting years for it and when I went to watch it I nearly pissed myself with excitement. Everything was wonderful, especially the dwarfs, hottest dwarfs I ever had seen. Fili, Kili, Thorin, oh my.
"Oh yes that movie, I heard it was really good. Did you think so?" She should of known what my answer would be. I glanced down at my hobbit shirt with the name in bold font printed across the shirt.
"I loved it," Short and simple, she did not want to hear everything I loved and wanted to say about it. It would take me a least the rest of the block, the counselor is nice but does not let me skip a lesson.
"I would be shocked if you did not," She joked with a small chuckle. I chuckled along with her, because it was the truth. She took a few moments to scribble down some more things on the notepad. I watched the pen glide up and down until her handwriting stopped. She looked up at the wall right at the clicking clock and placed the pen down.
"I think it's time for you to go, you don't want to miss class do you?" She asked. Of course I would but I can't say no, I have already weaseled in enough time skipping classes here. I'm in grade 11 and I know I have to keep my grades up but I'm always slipping and falling, wondering when to get up and do work. Maybe because I would rather sit down and dream instead of working on homework, but that will never be possible because in my life all the teachers and parents I know want me to keep working and work until I get A's. There is another thing I rant about to my counselor how sometimes I wish life would just slow down for me and let me relax for a while.
"No I don't," I sigh and stand up, picking up my light backpack and pulling it over my shoulders.
"Have a good day Natasha and please try at least, everyone is open enough to talk to," She did not know most of my classmates. I manage a smile and with a quick wave I walk out and into the hallway. Judging from the lack of students in the hall, class is about half way done. One of the most awkward things is to walk into class when the teachers talking, the lesson is on full swing and everyone drops what they're doing. Wither they are writing or texting, they make sure to stare at me as I sit down, bring out my binder, take out my pencil and start to focus. I hate that.
So why not spend the rest of the block wandering in the hallways? I adjust my braid and blow a loose strand of dark brown hair off my face and keep on walking. I pass my math classroom, down the stairs and head into the lower area of the school where computer labs and closets are in abundance. But then in all joy I spot my homeroom teacher, I call them all orcs.
Do I feel like being asked why I am out in the hallways during class? Nope. She is looking at her papers which gives me sometime to slink away. I look around with short head movements and spot a closet door ajar by the tiniest bits. I side step over and slide my fingers inside, opening and like a snake, move my way in. It's very dark when I close the door and I feel jabs of all sorts of cleaning supplies probing into my back. A broom, some sort of spraying bottle and another thing I can't make out. Its better then confronting an orc though.
For a few moment I stay in silent and listen to the rhythm of her footsteps pass by. I let out a huge breath of air and lean back on to the thin broom stick. But it's not there, there's nothing! It had disappeared! I can't stop myself. I'm falling backwards, falling and falling, until blackness has taken over.
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