Dancing through Thunderstorms
It was a normal day at school, the teachers prattled on about subjects that I could care less about, the students took notes like good children; all while I pondered what I was actually gaining from this. I hardly ever studied and yet I passed with flying colors. Most people here assumed I didn’t do my homework based on how I looked. The school counselor said that maybe if I dressed regularly I'd have more friends. The thing was I only wanted one person’s attention, though she never looked at me twice. I was used to unwanted female attention, though I don’t understand why they think I'd ever be interested in them. Every day it’s the same stupid giggle and the stupid little finger wave as I would walk callously by.
