Me and my mom were driving to school, she talked about her work the whole time, like always. I didn't even get to say anything the whole trip except for a pathetic "bye mom". She complains about a lot of things including me and my brother. Don't get me wrong I love my mother, but sometimes she doesn't even realize what she's doing to me. As I walked up to the front office I thought about the thing i always think about when i think of mom. She claims that she could be a Psychologist because she can "read" everyone. Yet she never see's what i do to myself? She never realizes that every morning I want to run down the street and jump off the bridge into traffic? Maybe she does, but if she does why hasn't she said anything about it? I walk to the plaza where their are big groups of people talking, staring, laughing, running around. I squeeze through trying to just get out of this claustrophobic mess. Finally i see an empty table, ahh finally somewhere to sit and listen to music while i ignore everyo- im cut off. Three girls sit at the table laughing and running, they dont even notice me standing in front of them. So what do i do? I leave, like i always do. I find another table and sit on the top of it. "Did you hear what she said? No did you?", I hear from one direction. "Dude, basketball practice was so intense we lost like 2 to 41" , another voice. "Did you see the fight? Thats girls a 'legend' she knocked out like, Faith and her friend". I struggle to find my headphones, and finally i plug them in my phone and im free.
