The Day!

This story, has a veeery interesting reason behind it.

The schools halls glistened that day with a sort of gratitude towards me. Their fake marble surface seemed to reach out at me, begging me to step upon them, and grace them with my sneakers. The tall rows of deep grey lockers belched utter joy in my direction. They opened, and sung, and closed. And for a few moments, they stopped their ring-a-ling, just for one locker to pull me aside, and whisper in my ear that today, I would not be shoved in any of them.
Needless to say, I smiled.
But I went on, listening to the tune of the lockers, and smiling as the floor praised me for stepping on them. There was almost a bit of sexual joy in their words. But...that really doesn't matter.
They told me that today, off all days, a day of joy, a day good tidings(depending on who you are) and a day of remembrance, that my books, and myself, would not be flung upon them. No, today no men, would wrap their decrepit fingers around my books. And no, they would not fling them to the ground. No, they would not untie the loose strings around the red folder, nor sift through it. They would not tear out papers of sorts, and throw them around, nor read them aloud to passing girls.
My poetry, would remain on myself today. My stories of valiant warriors who rode off into the sunset after slaying the beast in the cave, would not be read aloud, they would be kept, safe, and quiet inside my folder. Inside my bag.
And so I continued through my day, waving at passing guys, and clicking my tounge finer specimens who crossed me. And the guys waved back, calling out my name like some sort of rap song.

“Tomaaaaaaaaaas! Wassssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!”

And the girls, would simply smile, and blush, hiding their faces in whatever they carried in their arms. One, even mustered up the courage to drop all her things, and latch herself to me, yelling my name, and calling out that I was her only love. I pressed at her shoulders, wishing she would let go, and grimacing as the on lookers doubled as the seconds went by.
“Really...heh...she's just a friend I...”
“Thomas! Oh baby! I love you please, why would I ever let you go! BABY! I LOVE YOU!”
With some effort, I pushed her off, and she fell to the floor. Un-phased, she gathered her books, and carried on down the hall, screaming she would be back. Cute girl...real cute. But I didn't have time for petty nuisances on a day like to today. No...no girls today. Simple waste of time. I would remain as celibate at the end of the day as I started it.
Sorry ladies...
And soon, my journey down the hall ended and I found myself in a large, tiled land. Wrought with pranks and torn bits of paper. Tall, dark blue tiles glistened with used water, and dripped with the agony of the poor souls that were taken here.  Yes, the bathroom.
I had to pee.
Never the less I was un-tethered to the laws of the land. Once, I feared this land. Humbled myself to never come in here, and above all evaded the land entirely.
But not today, not a day like today. Surely they would tell me as well that I shall not be taken through here like a common nerd. No, not me. Not today.
And so I ventured, down the long rows of stained mini-rest rooms. Almost like cubicles if people got paid to s**t. I was lucky. After all, they were mostly empty. I say mostly, not because people were in it. More along the lines of the remnants of people was in it. And I was lucky, not because of this, but because those remnants, were not in the cubicles themselves, but in the toilet.
I found one that was empty, and let go. I un-fastened my pants first, and smiled as the long unraveling sound ripped through the air. Oh baby, sweet lonesomeness.
Relaxed, and calm, I sighed, and pulled in air, as I pulled down my pants. Releasing the muscles, and feeling it surge through me. I smiled.
Lucky for me, I had closed the white-ish door behind me.
Unlucky for me, on my adventure I had hoped for the utmost amounts of privacy. However, as the dull yellow stream appeared from me, a dull yellow kid, appeared in the land.
He was short, and stocky, and wore old jinco jeans. He was Chinese in decent, and was proud. His body was riveted in symbols and mythical creatures. As were his jeans. His hair, as black as some of the remnants people had left behind, was spiked, and slightly glistened in the white light. An unlit cigarette hung behind his ear as he entered, he also un-tethered to the laws of the land.
“Hello?” He asked, his accent thick in the air.
Was I to speak? No! Of course not! A man shall not speak while in the rest room. Never. Nope. He would have to wait until I was finished.
After all, my stream made an obvious noise. Perhaps he believed it was a leaky pipe. Nah...no pipe is that leaky. Honestly, I'm not sure what was going through his head.
Perhaps I'll never know.
A large clatter broke out. Along with a sharp clatter as something hit the ground. Hard.
Finishing, and releasing those after pee pulses, I zipped back my pants, and crouched down, careful not to slip in the inch of water I stood in.
He was there, slamming down the toilet seat, and kicking away the door he'd apparently slammed in. He then sat on the toilet, and relaxed, his head resting on the wall, and his legs sprawled out on the floor.
Taking his right hand, he...what?
No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to stop here.
I have my dignity after all.
Either way, I was free...from that land anyway's...
Coming out of the door, and re-buttoning my shirt I made my way down the hall. For a moment, a forboding song rang out.
The bell.
Sighing, I ran to class unsure of whether I should even go.
After all, today's the big day. The huge day, the epic day.
Stopping, I glanced back, and forewords, then leaned forewords, and looked into the closest classroom. No one, well, except for the few people still scrambling to class. Mostly drug addicts.
Today was...the day. Wouldn't it be odd to go to class on...the day? Sure...yeah, it would. It really would. And so, I threw down my books. I Threw down my bags along with all my writings. I threw down my glasses, and my pen.  They fell with a certain rhythm. A sweet one.
Gripping my shirt, I entangled my fingers in the thin cloth, and yanked and pulled, until all the buttons had snapped from their place. Feeling the blood rush through me, I breathed in, heavy and hard, and flung my arms around, pulling the shirt from me. Wrapping it around my fist, I slammed it to the ground. And like a blanket, it covered the rest of my items.
Damn...
Of course I couldn't leave them here. That, would be bad. Bending over, and gathering them like some sort of hungry thief, looking both ways, and twitching slightly.
Locker.
Crouching over, and hugging my items, I swiftly moved to my locker, my shirt floating behind me.
It was red, and gleamed a lot like the floor had done. And in the middle, inside a silver box, laid a small black circle, laden with numbers and dots. Hum...
18-21-34
Ripping it open, and grimacing slightly from the loud screech that resulted, I shoved my items inside the locker hastily, and closed it all in one motion.
I'm a smooth sailor, what can I say?
Pulling back, a sailed down the halls, glancing once more at the light colored tiles, which still gleamed in the sunlight that poured through the doors ahead of me. And the lockers, unused for the moment, and still promising me life eternal, fell silent. The hall itself stood still in antagonizing silence as I looked back once more. Sure, it was bad, I shouldn't have left, but today was the day.
And so I stepped out, done with the world I'd entered, and ready for the next. But I had a good day.
What can I say? Opposite day should be...everyday.

Author's Note

I know it's a bit strange, bear with it.