I wrote this in class, and its about my school, plzz be nice ʕ≧㉨≦ʔ

“Everyone lies”

Everyone lies. Friends, family, yourself, media. I would say almost everyone who goes to high school after the 2010s was lied to about what high school was going to be about. “You’ll be friends with everyone in your grade!” I only have 4 close friends. “It will be the best years of your life!” I’ve had so many therapy sessions along with people I know disappearing, not knowing if they died, went to a hospital, or just didn't want to come to school that day. “You’ll go to parties and the school spirit will be amazing” ...I haven't even been invited to a birthday party. And the spirit is as if it were an entity that roamed the cemetery, sulking, sobbing, because their family has forgotten about them. Dust, the spirit that was once in the school hidden behind the glass windows that no one pays attention to, if they do they say “Oh...this is not clean” and walk away.

As I walk these halls, whether it is alone or with my friend. I realized this is nothing like the movies I watched. Not cheerleaders popping their bubble gum while looking at you up and down with disgust. No jocks with their jackets pushing the freshman and nerds into the lockers, spitting at them as their books drop to the floor. I see zombies. Zombies that tired out from the overload of work. Zombies that do not work and decided that a joint before class would be better than actually going. Zombies that also realized, high school is not all it was made up to be. Zombies that hope and pray that life after high school, will be just like the movies.

I turn the corner into my classroom, and just like the lunch food no one likes to touch, it's dull, tasteful, bland. Something that you slowly get used to. The teachers either overdue their happiness, or show their miserable emotions through their faces. Their cheeks were dull and hanging. Eyes drooped and dark. Lips cracked and dry. Not from the load of work they have, but from the students they deal with. The overachievers who won't let them do the job

they get paid so little for, the kids whose parents neglected them causing them to act up in class, trying to crack unnecessary jokes and talk back constantly to the teacher. And the students who won't say anything even if it kills them.

This is my high school, the “Place for Everyone”. The place where I found who I was, the place that made me feel out of ...place, the place that introduced me to unimaginable things. The place, I want to leave oh so badly.