My name’s Alexis. I’m 17 years old, and I am here because one day, a group of inanely mundane people got together, collectively ignored basic logic, created a paid prison for young people and called it a school. It’s almost twenty to nine- that means there’s twenty odd more minutes to cherish before the mind-numbing boredom begins and all notions of freedom and joy dissipate into a distant memory.
Granted, I’ve often thought about just abandoning the endless slog altogether and pursue something more worthwhile. Unfortunately, the reality for me is that if do decide to deviate from the norm, it’ll end up with me getting lost and cold in who knows where, or something along those lines. At least my school can do something to fight the snow piling around outside, so there’s that.
It’s annoying that the crux of my argument has boiled down to “I’ll get cold, let’s not do that”, but to my credit, at least I’m not like those people (you’d know one when you see one) who fully enjoy going to school. Maniacs.
As my train starts to screech to a stop, that’s my cue to walk out and try to mentally ready myself for what’s to come. As ridiculous as it is to think it, I almost desperately want there to be some kind of incident that’ll shake up what’s supposed to happen, as opposed to continuing the same old monotonous drivel for the umpteenth time. To put it bluntly, if I were somehow in charge, I’d make it mandatory to have some kind of event happen every week, lest we all crumble under the weight of nothingness and go insane.
Approaching the gates, I reach into my pocket and pull out my wireless earbuds, mainly just to block out the noise of people coming into school. Keeping them hidden is fairly easy, thanks to my long hair. It always reminds me of this one time where my friend asked me if the only reason I kept my hair long was so that I could keep listening to music without anyone pointing it out. In the hope of not being seen as an anti-social psychopath, I said something along the lines of “I want people to see me as different and stand out, etc etc”
This was a complete and obvious lie, seeing as I don’t really want anyone staring at me to begin with, and it’s not exactly like they would anyway. After all, I don’t see myself as a people person to begin with, so it works out just fine for me. And even so, I know I have my own friends that do care about me, even if I am lacking in enthusiasm for talking. Anyway, I should try to stop being melodramatic and start the day for real.