Forty-four

`The end of lesson and lunch bell rung and everyone got up to pack their books when the teacher was still talking. He wasn’t done with the announcement yet but no one gave a dime about that. He could talk to himself and they could leave him in class to teach the lockers all day. That was very normal at Maslow high school. The students were only afraid or feared a specific teacher. The rest were walked over like a door mat and bullied beyond oblivion.

Reaching my desk, I sat down and placed my head on my locker and gently clutched my clothes with my eyes closed. I didn’t need to go for lunch or anything of that sort. I was tired, honestly tired.

The number of I stood up from the group discussion and moved to my desk slowly, looking down and minding my own business. It would be one great world if everyone paid attention to the things that concerned them and let other people be who they want to be, let other people be fat, skinny, ugly and beautiful.

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