I Wonder If They KnowA Story by Rebecca PallI walk into the tall building. Greeted by deans and teachers, I walk to the library to distance myself from my grade downstairs. I can't let them see how scared I am. I can't let them see how badly I wish to be home. I wonder if they know how stressed out I am. Class one. The teacher has the students practice new Spanish vocabulary. I mouth the words, as to not have to hear the tremble of my own voice. When asked a question, I seem shy and asked to speak up. Next time, I say. I don't do it next time. I wonder if I know how much I don't want to be here. Class three. I have had a bit of a break. Chemistry. Oh god, chemistry. A hard class with vicious students. Everyone there is more popular than me, everyone treats me like I am invisible. Why is this so hard for them to realize. I wonder if they know how much it hurts. Lunch. This should be easy, considering I can be with my friends. For some reason, it doesn't seem complete. I can't act confused or upset, because I wouldn't know how to explain it if someone asked. I wonder if they know how conflicted I am. Class seven. Usually, this is gym. Team sports. I don't get picked last, but I never get passed to. Again, I wonder if they know how much of a ghost I feel like. Class nine. Last period. English. Looking at the clock, wondering when it will be 3:20 and I can finally go home. It's exhausting, being anxious and sad. I wonder if they know how I feel. I wonder if they know how stressed out I am. I wonder if they know how much I don't want to be here. I wonder if they know how much it hurts. I wonder if they know how conflicted I am. I wonder if they know how much of a ghost I feel like. I wonder if they know how I feel.
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