I can hear the person next to me breathing. It’s deep and full of sorrow, but the expressions on his face show different. They show happy and full of excitement, having a wall for blockage of the true feelings. The person speaking with him manages to be blocked, but not me. It’s amazing to know the feelings of others and also disturbing at the same time. Not only that, but to see what that person has coming for them. Now, not only does he feel sorrow, but I have sympathy. I feel the urge to jump up and dart out of this place.Right from my seat-right from everyone’s sight without seeing anything or to have witnessed anything to begin with. I walk to stay casual so I won’t look suspicious, going as quickly as I can. Right before reaching the exit, I jump of the emergency alarms going off as the man drops to the floor so sudden. These are the things I “try” to avoid. Giving a deep sigh, I walk to where my mom has been waiting on me for a while now. “It took forever for them to fill out the prescription. Did you do okay on your first day?” I could just question why she’s so happy, but instead.”Uhm, yeah I think.” “Good! Looks like someone didn’t though.” She was staring at the ambulance in front of the school. “Yeah, guess not.” School, to me, sounds amazing and fun. The only thing not fun is all the people. Yes, it might be good to meet new people, but I’m not a sociable kind of person. If you know other people’s feelings and thoughts then wouldn’t you feel snooty or guilty? Exactly my point.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 17.09.2011

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