Toxic

Another day of school, another day of complete hell! However, I keep moving...I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, but sometimes it doesn't always feel that way...for me. I guess it's not much of a big deal, it's just school. A teenager's routine which every teenager is tested, just to see if they can survive it.

I get the bus to school despite my pissed off mood to the fact that two buses before refused to stop for me. Which didn't really help, considering it was winter. Very nice. Very nice. It wouldn't be such a big deal if it was summer but the fact it is winter, it really pissed me off.

I reach my stop and immediately barge, desperate to get off this crowded bus of lunatics and ignorant people who don't know how to say, 'excuse me'.

I pulled my black hoodie over my head and kept my eyes on the ground, my arms crossed as I made my way round the street corner which led to the main entrance of my school. People always looked at me as if I was some freak. 'Fuck them all' I just kept on repeating over and over in my head. Why should I give a shit about any of them, no one gives a shit about me!

I made it through the school gates and passed a small group of boys standing by the entrance on the way. They all glanced over to me as if I wasn't human. What a load of hypocrites, I thought. I kept on walking, my earphones in my ears blaring loudly. I looked up at the sky as the music flowed through my mind, rocking my ears like mad.

I walk straight through reception and passed the lady at the desk who types away at some document on her computer. I rolled my eyes, she always displayed such a dirty look upon her face, no woman could be as nasty and rude as that reception woman. My iPhone automatically flicked onto the next song which was 'CrushCrushCrush' by Paramore. I began nodding along to the song as I continued to walk slowly down the corridor, leading out of reception.

I passed coupes Art classrooms on my way. I reached the next corner and come to a three-way choice direction. One to my left which led down to the Maths block which also beheld the I.T, Textiles and Business classrooms. To the front of me there was the door which led to the outside grounds, for example, the AstroTurf and the field, including benches where everyone hung out. Last but not least, to my right there led to the English classrooms.

I didn't want to go left to the Maths block to be moaned at and told off about my earphones again by none other than my Maths teacher, Mr Kraye. Nor did I want to go straight ahead where I had to face all those two face arseholes who I call friends. So instead...I went right. The English block.

I kept my eyes all the ground, watching every step I took down the English corridor. My black hoodie remained zipped and over my head, my earphones blaring loud, rocking music. I passed about seven classes as I continued down the corridor. On my way, I eyes the English Faculty which this the office of the block, except no teachers were in there this morning which was quite unusual. I yanked up the zipper of my hoodie, making sure it was fully covering my neck. I was so self-cautious about the bruise that sat where my neck and shoulders joined.