#Chapter 9 Fight Back Sofia

Ellie’s POV

School for me is a drug at times. You know how a blunt makes one feel? Takes you through the stress of inhaling and then the awkward moment of getting high. But what you don't know is that the more you drug, the more your cheeks sink in like a depression. Lowered region or hole in a desert. This is how the school makes me. Depressed and deserted.

And the first day of school week starts with the first adjective. I walk into the doors along with other students, and we move towards our classrooms like an army of intoxicated ants.

I don't bother exchanging pleasantries with too many people because someone might notice the unwanted orphan has gotten new clothes; like what clothesline did she purloin them from?

And yes, I am wearing neat clothes to school today. Just simple dungarees, white sneakers and a long sleeve shirt whose colour looks like blood under the moonlight.

I slip my bag off my shoulder and remove my locker key from the smallest zipper. I fit the key into the loc