I'm still Ezra. I'm still me. I'm still going to court. Still missing my friend. It's been a whole damn year. I still have my whole life ahead of me. Juniors. I'm a Junior now. I get why they're always so tired the work sucks. To add to it, everyone blames me. Everyone thinks I'm guilty. THe trials Never ending. They have so little proof and so little against me. Will it ever end. Noone knows. Will it ever begin? Nobody knows that either.
I continued down the hall, hands in my pockets. My hair hadn't been dyed in months. The tangy orange clashed with the light grey in my eyes. With all the accusations of me being soulless because of it. I'm starting to believe it. As I was saying, I walked down the halls in my black hoodie. Hands in my pockets and my eyes on the floor. Faces are a blur to me now. I don't even remember what they look like. I just look at the ground and focus on the nothingness there is. The floor seems to move if I stare too long though. I feel like I'm losing it.
Ever heard of the term Innocent until proven guilty. Throw that aspect of the constitution or whatever away. It will always be guilty until proven innocent. No matter who tells you I'm wrong. You learn that when you go to court for something you didn't do and end up wanting to die afterwards. You learn that by looking at faces. By reading expressions. By wasting your time projecting someone else on your face. By being someone you're not.
So, I keep walking. Just as I always will.