Break time came, and I headed back to my tutor room to “eat my food”. Everyone knew I spent the twenty minutes re-applying my eyeliner and talking to my tutor about “Family life” and “External pressure”, but I didn’t care that they knew. I did care, however, that they used it against me. As I left, a few minutes before the bell, I narrowly avoided a carefully “misplaced” foot behind the door, though was unable to stop the hands that pushed me to the floor, or the mouths that shouted “Freak!” and “Get away!”, no matter how hard I tried.
Third and Fourth lessons left so soon. Biology and Religious Studies, however pointless they seemed, held great interest for me. For one, I could work alone, and secondly I was left relatively insult-free. I left the Religious Studies class room, ignoring the jeers from those of lower intelligence, and was just able to avoid Matthew on my way to the Library. Today was going well.
I spent the hour lunch break reading in the library, re-reading a book for the fifth time. After you’ve read every manga in the Library, it gets a little dull… but it was only an hour, after all. I was able, for this one hour, to totally escape the life around me, to totally be free from the shackles of teenage thinking. This one hour was my one of twenty-four when I remained truly happy. The bell rang once more, and with a heavy heart I replaced “Absolute Boyfriend” back to its place on the shelf and made my way quickly, silently through the corridors back to my tutor room, ignoring the many Emo-related comments on the way.
One last lesson till I was back home, till I could be free from the shackles of teenagerism but be placed back in the trappings of family torture. As Chemistry passed slowly along, I considered my love life (or lack of) and what it had caused me. Recently, I’d lost a close friend to drug overdose because I didn’t love him back, but of course, no-one knew. No-one cared. I was just Vivi, that weird kid who liked Japanese stuff. This was just another, boring, routine-filled day in the life of me, and many more like it are still to come.
