I open the glass door
Looking up and down the hallway
I see all the clicks we have
The drug dealers
The drug users
The prostitutes
The gangs
My heart sinks knowing I don\'t fit in
I see police officers at every door
I ignore it and walk to class
Avoiding eye contact with everyone
I stand in the doorway of my classroom
The teacher is at his desk asleep
There are only five kids in my class
Two of them are stoned with blood shot eyes
I take my seat
A guy pulls up next to me
He turns to face me
I ignore him
He says “hey cutie come here often?”
I ignore him again
He slams his hands on the table
I get startled and look at him
He says “ I asked you a fucking question you bitch”
He pulls his hand back about to hit me
I stand up and move
He takes a step closer pushing me to the ground
I land on my back as my elbows keep me propped up
He laughs a deep laugh
I glare up at at him with my dim eyes
I stand up slowly
I take a step closer to him
Pulling my fist back punching him in the face
He takes a few steps back to recover
He ends up with his back against the wall to keep him on his feet
I take two steps twoard him
Standing inches from his face
He flinches with me so close
He trembles looking down
His eye starting to swell
Tears rolling down his face
I pull his face up to look at me
I say in a harsh tone as sharp as glass
No one treats me like that
Let alone puts their fucking hands on me
I take a step back from him
Turn my back
Hearing him whisper “what a bitch.”
I stop in my tracks
My back still twaord him
I yell
Fuck you
And walk out of the classroom
I make my way to the bathroom
As a cloud of smoke hits my face
To girls are smoking a joint laughing
Soon lighting up another one
I look over in the corner at another girl
She\'s sticking a needle in her arm
Her eyes roll in the back of her head
She shakes
Enjoying her high
I sigh and walk out into the hallway
I see a fight break out
Every gang is against their rival
I glance at the police officers
Watching them walk away
I walk down the long hallway
I sit on a shaky desky
Under a dim flickering light
As tears roll down my face
My hands start to tremble
I yell I’m not afraid to die!!
Catching the last glimpse of the fight as it gets more severe
I think to to myself, who will tell the story of my life?
The flickering light dims into darkness
Wondering if this is the end...