:It's all {usless}:Kiah

Why was I here? I groan to myself, my head dropping so that it hit the warm solid wood that was my desk. I didn't want to be here- I didn't need to be here. My arms come up and circle my head, surrounding it and acting as a barrier, stopping the sound of the teachers monotones voice from slipping any deeper into my skull. It felt as though a main was being driven into my skull, her dead voice hammering backwards and forwards in an endless sting of useless words. Ugh why couldn't the old hag just shut up! I couldn't take this any longer. Sighing with frustration I pulled my face from my desk, my eyes flashing with annoyance as they come in contact with Miss. Fare’s round face. I watch as words drip from her thin lips, my face stewing up in disgust.

My fingers played idly with the edge of my text book, screwing the corners of the pages up and then flattening them out cause I hated the sight of screwed up paper, it just wasn't neat and it cause the book to close awkwardly. “Is something wrong Mr. Birch?” Th sound of my name, draws me out of my fit of disgust. It sounded wrong, my name falling from the very lips which I hated. “hmm?” she demands, her thin hands clapping the textbook shut with a sharp slap. I watch as her double chin wobbles slightly as she shakes her head in annoyance. “Uh yeah. I need o go to the crapper,” my voice is loud and clear as I climb to my feet and begin to pack my bag. As I slide my book away into the safety of my bag I hear laughter around the room. They were laughing at me- but I didn't care, I wanted nothing more than to get out of here. right now.

“Mr. Birch, I believe that going to the ‘crapper’ does not involve you taking all your belongings with you,” her voice is like annoying mosquito that buzzes around your head at might, always there, buzzing with its annoying navel tone. I could just imagine it, Miss Fare’s face all fat and red and her small body with little wings struggling to lift her off the ground. Even the thought of it made me want to slap the thing dead with my fly squatter. “Yeah, but I have a feeling this one might take me a long time.” I say before slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out of the room.

I knew this would lad me in trouble, with a call to the principle and then a call home. But right ow I couldn't care less. I wanted out, out of that teachers site out of that classroom and time to myself.

I wander down the empty corridor, my hand, almost as though it has a mind of its own, sliding into the pocket of my coat. It only takes a moment to find what it is looking for, the coin. the coin which was my life line, my anchor in this world. My fingers fish the coin out and I lay it flat in my palm. The cool metal was cold against my skin: cold and familiar. I smile down at the small object all my worries about my teacher gone in a flurry. I close my fingers tightly around the small object and hold my clenched hand to my mouth. My eyes flutter shut and I just stand there is silence, not a word, not a sound, oohing. Pure silence. Yes, no words, no text book no annoying mosquitoes.

I don’t know how long i stand there, perfectly still, but I do know that it was too long because after a moment I hear the bell ring and a swarm of people begin to spill from the classes and surge around me, pushing and pulling me along as they risk for the exit eager to leave this living hell. Quickly I plunge my hand into my coat and relieve the coin from my grasp. I couldn't lose it, not now, not ever.

Desperately I try to escape from the wave of people, pushing and colliding into the warm bodies of those who surrounded me. Finally I am free from he wave, the only thing surrounded me was fresh air and I sucked it in, my hands on my knees ad I try to catch my breath- but then I see her. The beady eyes of my teacher. “shit,” I mumble before running in the opposite direction. my foot collides into a wall as I ten to early, my toes catching the corner. my whole body begin to continue forward with gravity and before I know it I am crashing to the ground. I push my hands out in front of me with the intention to make the landing softer but they just make i worse, colliding with something- someone- else.

I cry out but that does nothing as my body continues on forwards slamming with hard into the person in front of me. We hit the ground and I feel as though I have called onto a mat… my whole body cushioned by the person who was now squashed beneath me.