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"Its too early," Violet complained as she opened her locker and took out her books. She didnt even need a key now, she just slipped a bobbypin in under the door and it swung open, everything in the school was falling apart. The locker doors were hanging off their hinges, if they even had doors that was. Each classroom came complete with two broken chairs, and a wobbly desk that some lucky person would have to sit at. Then ofcourse there was the over heard projectors, which were pretty much useless, no teachers used them and if they did, they didnt work.
Ofcourse there were the books in the library, that must have been older than most of the teachers, they were tattered and battered and looked like someone had chewed some of them. Violet could not understand how anyone coud treat books like that. In her eyes they were precious and delicate. She would never even bend the spine of a book she was reading, god-forbid turning down a corner to mark a page. Even the old library books, she treated with care, she wasnt one to have a "whats one more dent" attitude, especially with books.
Then there was the school building itself, it was going to pieces, much like the students it held. Each on of them was crumbling inside with the pressure that came with their everyday lives. Walking down the hall, you could see that a lot of students didnt want to be there, in fact they wanted to be anywhere but. There were students that were being bullied, and students that bullied others because of trouble they had in there outside lives. Not forgetting the teenagers who had to grow up to fast, because of this that and the other happened and forced a new perspective of life on them.
In short, it was hard to tel what held up this place, in Violets mind, she often wondered that if someon slammed a door, droped their books on the floor a little to hard, would the whole place fall apart?
"Its lunch, how is it too early?" Joyanna said coming up behind her.
"It's early for me ok? Speaking of ok, are you? I still think you should go talk to Mrs. Poe..."
"Look I've been thinking, I agree I can't tell my parents, but I need to talk to someone."
"We'll go after lunch, do you want me there?"
"Yes, I do, please come with me."
"I promise."
It was ten minutes before the bell, and the girls had managed to slip away from the cafeteria. Neither of them had eaten much at lunch, they were both sick with worry. Understandably. They went to door, and knocked. She greeted them with a friendly smile, but it soon faded when she saw their expressions. The conversation behind that door lasted 40 minutes, and Violet would never foget a word of it, she could only imagine what it was like for Joyanna.
The one she took from it was, talking helps.