staged.

10 1 0
                                    

i slump into a chair next to tori and robyn with a cup of coffee from the machine outside the sixth form reception.

"alright?" robyn leans over the table and rips my timetable out of my hand,
scans it,
pulls a face
and slides it back over the table towards me.

i mumble a reply to the question she's already forgotten about and fall asleep.

before i know it, i'm
jolted awake
by the school bell
r i p p i n g
through layers of carefully crafted dreams.

a mosaic of students start
herding themselves through the
heavy double doors
to begin a day that i can already tell will
drag on for weeks

phycology.

stayWhere stories live. Discover now