I am walking through the empty, dimly lit hallway of _______ High, as I have done a million times before. Passing endless room after room filled with rows of desks, where students meet to grasp all the knowledge they can. I press my hand up against the cold, blue metal lockers that are hugged tightly against the cream painted brick walls. The smell of damp and musty air, filling my nose with each inhale. I really don’t have any business being here today. Yes, I am a student, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s no reason to stay trapped in this prison like some sort of criminal. I shut my eyes and hear a soft hum of voices from the other end of the hallway, coming from the class that I am supposed to be attending right now. But my feet refuse to go any further. What’s the point? Why am I even here? There’s nothing and no one holding me here, but why do I choose to stay?
“I’m not sure either why you’re standing here outside my class, when you should be in your own down the hall?” I was startled by the authoritative voice that came from …show more content…
I didn’t even realize that I had asked those questions out loud. If I hadn’t been interrupted, who knows what else I might have said. Then again, I don’t really have anything to lose. My parents died when I was about four years old, which left me only those very few years to spend loving them, and leaving the rest to spend longing for them. After their death, I was constantly being passed around from foster home to foster home, due to the fact that no one wanted me around for very long. About a year ago, my foster “family” adopted me, but I can’t imagine it lasting. I have already caught them on several occasions arguing over what to do with me. Who really wants a depressed, argumentative, teenager who has nothing going for him? Now is doesn’t take years of schooling to be able to answer such a question. The answer is
“I’m not sure either why you’re standing here outside my class, when you should be in your own down the hall?” I was startled by the authoritative voice that came from …show more content…
I didn’t even realize that I had asked those questions out loud. If I hadn’t been interrupted, who knows what else I might have said. Then again, I don’t really have anything to lose. My parents died when I was about four years old, which left me only those very few years to spend loving them, and leaving the rest to spend longing for them. After their death, I was constantly being passed around from foster home to foster home, due to the fact that no one wanted me around for very long. About a year ago, my foster “family” adopted me, but I can’t imagine it lasting. I have already caught them on several occasions arguing over what to do with me. Who really wants a depressed, argumentative, teenager who has nothing going for him? Now is doesn’t take years of schooling to be able to answer such a question. The answer is