Isolation

The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning blue sky at night. Same thing, day in day out. Just like my life except that one day that changed the rest of my life.

The alarm screamed at seven o clock but I was too busy indulging in my dreams and hit that snooze button until an even louder scream came into my room from the mouth of my mother. I woke up went to the bathroom got ready, grabbed a slice of toast off my brothers plate and off I went to another fun-filled day at school.

Reached school and went straight to registration reaching it just in time to skip detention. Sat down and started reading. Boring huh! So let me just skip a couple of hours to when I was sitting in English.

I was sitting in English listening to the loom at the front known as a teacher babble on about Romeo and Juliet and their undying love. Therefore, as usual not paying any attention I started to doodle at the back of my journal when I saw a shadow cover my drawing. The shadow was Mrs. Brown. I turned my gaze towards here and she said that the head wanted a word with me.

As soon as the class had heard the words “the head wants to see you in his office”, they all fixed their attention on me. I could feel their stares burning into my back like the rays of the sun. I swiftly turned to the door and went to the lair of Mr. Jefferson, the big head. I reached out to open the door but it opened for me and inside I saw the face of my psychiatrist. Before I could run, I felt a hand on my shoulder and it ushered me inside.

Inside I saw a flood of tears from the eyes of my mother and I knew the time had come for me to go. I saw white all around me and I just about made out a hand reaching out to hug me but I turned away. I wasn’t going to come near let alone hug a traitor. It’s not my fault I’m mentally challenged.

Confusing isn’t it. My life. One thing I cannot understand is why embarrass me by doing at school for all to see but then again us people are nothing but entertainment to them.

Outside my cage, the clouds hover like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning blue sky at night.