I finally arrive at Iron Hill High stopping at the daunting steps. Like the name, the people here are without feelings. They are pieces of cold metal. Their fists and words feel like the pieces of metals slicing you.
I open the door and pull at my hood. The bitter wind whistles hitting me harshly. I get one last glimpse of the dark sky giving me hope there will be a storm and it will lead to a long-awaited delay.
I hold my backpack closer to me. The denim blue tearing apart from the years of use. Like me... I block out my thoughts ignoring my negative self and I hope for a rare better day.
I go to the gates of hell that open to my classroom. I open them and they welcomed me and engulf me whole.
Third period and no torment. I guess I finally have become invisible. I don't even know if I should feel relieved or devastated. Mr.V voice bounced across the class. Shaking me from my thoughts.
"AP calculus is a rigorous class that provided skills and knowledge needed for actual college courses. It also lets colleges know how serious you are. So if you think you can come here to fool around there's the door ."
A few guys snicker at his serious demeanor. I just shrank more into the rickety chair. I am average on purpose. I never actually act out, but never raise my hand. I sit in the middle row next to the window. I don't act like them and seek attention.
So I was surprised when I heard my name come out of the teacher's mouth. When his chapped lips formed the word I hated the most Yasmin.
My heart was pounding like crazy. I hope no one heard it cause I could. It was going berserk it was going to pound out of my chest.
"Are you deaf Yasmin? This is a college class. Put your hood down and act professionally. You are a student not some bum on the street."
All the kids ooh and ahh. If they don't shut up, I swear. I ignored them and the teacher. Hoping he would go back to teaching which is what he is paid to do. Instead, 5-minute later, he stops the class again.
"Yasmin do I have to tell you again to get the hood off? If you Ignore me one more time I'll send you to the principal office and call your parents ."
Blaine would not be happy getting called, he would be less happy if they saw my face. But I can always say something. Like I hit myself against a pole. I sighed and put my hoodie down a couple of the boys whistled and laughed. Some commented and said, "who beat you up."
"My foster parent haha joking, "I said with a dry chuckle. I just wanted to say it. To see how it will feel to say those ill infested words. Some uneasily laughed. Others stayed in shock that I talked but the teacher did not even notice that I spoke.
The one time I asked for help it's not given. Maybe it's a signal. Blaine did say he had power over the police. He was the major. Why you think he adopted me in the first place to get votes for his second term.
Yet, he still lost. I Wonder if things would have been different if he won.
Well no purpose to think about that. I closed the thick book and ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell ranged.
I decide to go to the gym and wait until study hall and lunch were over. I got out a book and started reading.
I sat on the cold hardwood floor. The lights shone on the beige floor. The bleachers empty, seemed like a very enticing new bed. With the cold air, I soon fell asleep.