School Day

I walk down the hallways, watching the blur of

faces pass me by. Tension cracks through the air

like a whip and I can almost hear the bustling

thoughts of the other students overloaded on

algebraic equations and historical dates. A

slave to clocks and ringing bells, they rush to

their next class fearing to be counted tardy.

Although I am surrounded by many, I

cannot help but feel somewhat lost. I close my

eyes and see the girl I want to be, riding a

wild horse along the shore. If only I could live

that free, to throw caution into the wind and

disregard the consequences. Someone calls my

name, shattering my few moments of escape, and I

turn to greet two of my closest friends.

Only with them do I expose my true self,

laughing and smiling as if there was not a care

in the world. We indulge ourselves with

conversations about boys and other irrelevant

matters before we are forced to part ways to

spend yet another hour and a half in a classroom

overcome with boredom.

I find myself scrambling to my class

just as the bell rang and force myself to sit

down. Glancing out the window I find myself

longing to be somewhere far and remote, with

only the sound of the waves crashing against the

rocks as my melody. However, I know that the sun

pouring in through the windows and the blue sky

beckoning me was just an illusion of freedom.

The teacher began her tedious lesson and

I try to focus but as always I begin to tune out

the incessant lectures. I lightly skim the room

and the boy catches my attention. Heat rises to

my cheeks as his tantalizing gaze meets mine for

a fleeting moment. He strangely reminds me of a

wolf, tamed by society but never losing his

independent nature. I notice how he keeps to

himself, only socializing with others when

necessary. I feel an enticing attraction towards

him and the temptation to speak to him only

keeps me away.

The bell finally rings, signaling the

end of the day, and relief washes away my

anxiety. I notice how the other students become

human once more, liberated from the never-ending

rules and assignments.

Finally, tired and exhausted, I make my

way through the crowd, knowing that tomorrow I

would find myself sitting in the same room,

looking out the same window, longing for the

same dream.