It felt like any other day. It was March 23rd, two days before my birthday to be exact. I woke up ate breakfast. My usual bowl of lucky charms. As i eat my meal, i Listen to my mother nag about how i'm a complete failure. She Constantly compares me to my Oldest brother Conell. She assumes that i will soon follow his footsteps. By brother Conell Dropped out of high-school his junior year to follow his "dreams" of being a musician. His music career didn't go far. Which is why my mom is constantly reminding me everyday of my life. Since then i haven't heard from Conell. Who knows where he could be. My moms theory is He was arrested or put away in asylum. In my mind i imagined him a druggie who over dosed. Who knows where that guy is. Just like My dad, or should i say sperm-doner , He walked out and never looked back. I rinsed my bowl in the sink and proceeded my mission to school. With no idea of what my day was made up of. I headed out my door. the only thing i left behind was my echoed voice saying goodbye to my mom. Walking down the street The smell of spring aroused my nose. Blooming flowers from my neighbors garden always brought joy to my mood during my walk to school. It made me feel all giddy inside. Memories flow through my mind at the smell of lavender. I passed The Mickens house which was 4 houses down my street. I noticed something quite strange about their house this morning. It looked so abandoned and old. Like no one has lived their for ages. The grass had a yellowy glow to it. Which is funny because always maintained his yard clean. Watering , planting and raking Everyday since i could remember. I caught myself staring at the frail house. Shaking it off i proceed down the hill to my destination.
During this walk i noticed how quiet it was. Usually i'd hear the neighbors dog barking its lungs out. But today was complete silence. Not a sound nor a single car engine was running this morning. It could have been because it was early as shit. But something didn't feel right. Ignoring my feelings, I walked further down more reaching Talcott ave. I was only 5 minutes away from hell. This is the part of my walk where i take my time. I don't wanna end my happiness to soon.
Oh how i hate High-school. That hell hole brings nothing but misery to my life. The annoying students bickering in the classrooms, the dumb teachers, even the nasty ass lunches just drive me insane. It didn't help either that I'm a complete out-kast And no one in my school even knows i exist. My awkward Body structure said it all. Im 5'2 With really long legs. Im not the skinniest but nor am i the fattest. I consider my body weight in between. My long thick hair reaches past my breasts. Im really considering cutting it. But my mom bitches at me all the time about it. You'd think a senior in high-school could finally make her own decisions. My clothing choice stands out a lot. Since my fathers disappearance. My mother and i have had financial issues. So i still where clothes from 3 years ago. which fits me smoothly , so i'm not complaining. Other kids don't agree so well with my clothing. I feel like regardless of how i dressed or looked no one would ever acknowledge my existence anyway. Besides i enjoy the invisibility. Less Girl/boy drama i have to deal with. I guess its a loner thing.
I finally Reached the front stairs of The school building. I squinted closely at the front of the building like it was my first time approaching it. I noticed how Discolored it was starting to look. It Reminded me of a worn out t-shirt all faded and over washed. I opened the heavy set doors And began entering what society calls "the halls of our future". Within seconds of standing in the door way i caught a quick shiver. i felt nothing but the emptiness of the halls. I realized it was a little more deserted this morning than usual. I removed my brown hair out of my eyes to make sure i was seeing everything clearly. Questioning the scattered papers all over the blue and white tiled floors. I took another step inside. I looked around slowly and carefully. I peeped at The lockers chipped paint. Observing it I peeled off a piece myself. Staring amazingly at how the green paint peeled easily with out a fight. Made me question how old these lockers real were. I wiped the remaining paint from my finger nails on my bleached dye jeans. How was this even possible? In confusion i looked around once more. What looked like bloody handprints, marked the hallway walls like collage. I took a few more steps this time slowly. The doors closed behind me with a loud "BANG". i jumped away quick. I thought to myself "Where could everybody be?". i Proceeded down the halls even more.
Dragging my book bag along my side. I glimpse at the deserted classrooms. Empty chairs and untouched chalk boards was the only thing in sight, Not a teacher nor a student found. The echoing of my shoes against the floor was the only noise that filled the hallway. In my mind i began to name each room # as i walk past them. "105...107...109" Suddenly My feet stopped at a familiar door. Room "111", My homeroom. I thought maybe my homeroom teacher was at her desk with an explanation. I attempted to open the door. My hand choked the door knob hoping it would it wouldn't budge. Laid my back against the wooden door. Feeling the cold surface against my pale skin attracted goose bumps all over my body. I crouched down waiting for somebody anybody. Where could everybody be! Was there a school trip i wasn't aware of? Why am i alone ?