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My take on High School
It feels as though the walls are closing in on me. I feel as though I am suffocating in a world that is unknown to so many. My mind slips into a dream mode to escape the thought of my personal prison. I’ve had this dream before. I’m lying in a field with a light blue sky overhead. Somewhere, someone is blowing bubbles, and those bubbles float gently above me. As they rise higher they begin to pop. As the final bubble pops, I am left with a grey world and a broken dream. This is my Jericho, am I’m waiting for the walls to fall down.
A sudden noise jolts me from my stupor. There’s a mumbling coming from the door to my “prison cell”, at least that’s what this room feels like. A man walks towards me holding a large syringe containing a substance that is foreign to my body. He says it is to help “cure my disorder”. I’ve been in this “mental institute” since I was 6… I’m now 15. They keep me locked up here because I am a danger to others without the proper treatment and that I am a risk that cannot be taken: these are just a couple of the excuses I have received. This has been my home for years and I know all who come and go inside this fortress.
I let the man stab my frail arm with his “sword” and go back to daydreaming. I try to go back to my field but all I am left with is a blank mind and a poorly lit room.
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