I don't know how many times I have walked down this same path. I have no idea how many days I follow this same route to my destinations. The destinations I neither want to attend, nor care about.
Every day, I walk the same route to my ultimate torture. I see the same students passing me by. I see the same students laughing and talking, like nothing is wrong at all. Oh, how wrong they are.
I have learned through this hardship that something will always be wrong with our 'perfect' world. Nothing has ever been, or will be, perfect.
A/N:
My very first 100-word story! And I managed to keep it a hundred words exactly! That's a LOT harder then I thought it would be.
I might make a continuation of this story, or I might not.
It depends on how many reviews I get, or how bored I get.