going home

At last, school is over. Finally I am released by these awful white walls and artificial light.

I pack up my black backpack, shoving my notebooks, folders, and pencils away. I take one last look at this room, with its gray carpet, white brick walls, empty white boards, and flickering fluorescent lights. My teacher, Mr. Jones, is a middle aged man with tired eyes and gray hair. He wishes us all a good weekend as we walk by him out the door.

I walk down the marbled hallway, stopped at my green locker to leave my notebooks behind. I make my way to the door, sighing in relief as I step outside.

---- still in progress i'll work on it later ----

Posted in response to the challenge Long Way.

Ominouspoet

ominouspoet

VT

14 years old

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