Ash

Reality

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...