Breaking the habbit (Emsrocks)

I picked my bag up from under the slightly used desk at school. On top and on the sides there were scratches from maybe knives and scissors. There were also words written in black pen. They had no meaning, all it was just random messages, such as “Hi”. I swung my bag over my shoulder and started walking toward the door. One of the few perks of sitting in the back, is that you don’t have to fight your way through the clump of people to go through a door only to be received by another huge clump of people. All trying to get out of school and anywhere else they could go. I had to stick to my routine After school, I go directly home. I don’t stop to talk to anyone. I don’t stop to look at flowers or into the window of the shops. I just don’t stop, end of story.



I swung my plain navy blue bag across my left shoulder, the same way I have done since I started going to school. Always my left shoulder, never the right, and never carry it on both shoulders. I had to make sure everything went exactly the same, no differences, no changes. Starting with my right foot, I began my journey home. I walked through the door, which the entrance was much taller than myself. I was a small person and that was okay. I might not be able to see through all the people as I pushed myself through the crowd. That was okay, just because I was short doesn’t mean that am not perfect. If I do the things I do every day, that should be enough. No changes, just the same old boring thing over and over. I liked it that way. The only way I would want things to change, is if I were given the chance to be in the games.



I was glad once I had gotten outside. It was horrendous being stuck in a room with around 30 people and they didn’t even want to open the window. I despised the bad air, but I survived. I have endured worse than bad air in a crowded room.



Living in district four, seemed to be very pleasant most of the time, especially the smell of the sea that was carried in by the wind. I knew that when I got home, dad would ask me to change into a bathing suit and tell me to go for a swim. When I was younger and I was learning how to swim, he would hold my head underwater to see how long I could hold my breath. We did this everyday till my tenth birthday. I didn’t have to concentrate where I was going as I got lost in my thoughts. My feet new the way home, every single piece of earth that I would have to cover to find my way. If I wanted, I could shut my eyes and find the way blinded. My fingers reached into my pocket and started to play with a coin, that was there just in case. Just in case I needed to go off route and buy something.



Then it fell to the ground.



I stopped for a second, this wasn’t supposed to happen. On every other day, the coin didn’t fall to ground. I was in the middle of a market going on, and my coin fell. I could feel my eyes widen and my body stiffen, this couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The coin was going to make me late. I wasn’t allowed to be late, good girls are never late.







Lyrics: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez