"Speak"
Should I escape?
The first hour of blowing off school is great.
No one to tell me what to do, what to read, what to say.
I wonder down Main Street.
My insides are cold from breathing in frozen air.
I'm saved by a Centro bus.
It coughs and rumbles and spits out two old women in front of the grocery store.
I climb on.
Destination: The Mall.
You never think about the mall being closed.
It's always supposed to be there.
I sit by the central elevator, where they set up Santa's Workshop after Halloween.
The air smells like French fries and floor cleaner.
I should probably tell someone, just tell someone.
Get it over with.
Let it out, blurt it out.
I spend the rest of the day waiting for it be 2:48.
