Another Unwanted First Day Of School

As we all stood in front of the front door of a torememtfull institution, also known as school, waiting for the door to open, so we could ran up all the stairs and claim the best hidden seats, my stomach let me know that it's not good. The situation I happened to be in with every other teenager, wasn't good. School was starting.

After the door opened, everyone was tripping over other people to get to their class, as was I.

Two seconds before I got to my favorite seat (as favorite as can a school seat possibly be), my pathetic classmate through a bag on the desk, confiscating the seat for someone else. All furious and breathless, I took a seat, one desk closer to the blackboard and ignored everybody till they let us out, as I always do. On my way downstairs, my other, less pubescent classmate and I exchanged looks that said something like I completely understand, how sad and angry you feel right now, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna go and hug you.

Headed home, I realized that the sickness I felt in every nerve and every vein, started to go away as I was closer to home with every step I took.