Chapter 12 Burning fury of difference.

(Tuesday August 25th)

I walked out of the PE hall door as I threw my jacket and kicked my bag on the cement floor in frustration. I sat down under a tree as I was sitting on a wooden pole that was like a fence the keep the dirt and tree in. It was like a small garden, you know? how they use wooden poles instead of fences. Anyway.

I sat down and felt the sun on my back.

After a few moments the rest of my classmates including the teachers came out and ordered us to get to class before the lunch bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and walked off...

I walked through the classroom doors to my class. I was wearing long black leggings. My school uniform. My hair down and stripped from the wind. My pastel pink bag and straight jacket on my back and shoulder. my face with a serious frown. My walked grew faster as the thoughts of Tyreese dis includeing me in badminton at PE.

This has not been the first or the last time he's done this. He has done it before and it aggravated me. I don't know why he disliked me. I think he was just teasing. But that was no excuse.

...

I went to the library during lunch to sit with kenisha. She was telling me as we walked to school about how her dead godfather came and talked to her on the weekend. And she showed me how. I know it sounds silly. But for the longest time I've been wanting to contact my idol Michael Jackson. I think of him as a friend than a Celebrity. I've never met him.

but I've been trying to do this for a long time.

I sat down with kenisha as she and our friends played Minecraft through lunch.

The bell rang. I had to go back to class.

Sometime I like being in a special small class.

but sometimes I wish I could have a normal life aswell. Too bad you only live once...

(later after school at Tobruk)

I knocked on the door and a lady with fair skin, glasses light brown eyes dyed blonde hair in two braids, along with a light Gray sweater and jeans, came and greeted me. "Hello Hannah!". "Hello! I replied". I went in and signed my name and washed my hands.

"Chelsea will be out in a minute she's just finishing up!". "ok", I replied to the lady.

I pulled out my phone and fiddled for a bit.

...

Moments later a little boy with short light chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, and a kiddie face wearing a white and brown striped uniform along with a pair of small jeans came in as he sat down as his mother talked with him. He looked at me and I smiled warmly at him. I found out his name was Ethan. The cute little thing he looked so innocent! he reminded of myself in my younger childhood days. Chelsea came in and I made a quick milo before going into session.

As I was making it, Ethan came over and said "hey I saw you from out there!". he said smiling innocently. I laughed and said "Yeah! you did!". I poured a little skim milk into the cub and stirred the chocolate malt into it as I was talking to Chelsea. "Are you loseing your voice?" the little boy asked curiously. "Oh! well.. I have a damaged vocal cord from having tubes down my throat". I said "Oh..". he said a little sad. "My mum makes a drink with lemon and honey!". he said was he went on telling me how to make it. "I have it all the time so I don't get sore throats". Ethan said.

before I knew it was time to go into the session with Chelsea. "Have a good day Ethan!". I said smiling "You too!". he said and Chelsea closed the door...