Hidden Thoughts

Silent wind

*Most people say a silent place is the best place for thoughts or idea. It calms the mind and puts you at peace, It makes you feel free. I always said to myself that I wanted to die peacefully without feeling any pain or sorrow but, how can I die peacefully when I don't feel a thing? I can't express myself because I don't know what are emotions, I don't know what it means to feel anything.

I am nothing but an empty shell.........**

"k.C!"

"k.C where are you class about to start?!"

I raised my hands so my friend London could see me. she was practically my walking schedule, she tells me where to be at what time and what to do or say at a certain time. over time it really started to bug me but I can't just tell her to leave me alone because she was send by my mother. So, I hide her out every chance I get and try to avoid her at all cost but, still she finds me.......

"So this is where you've been hiding?" She says hands on hips. I hummed at her and continued to sketch in my sketch pad. I suddenly had this feeling and I could tell she was glaring down at me, I simply ignore it because I was use to it by now.

"K.C lets go, class's about to start." She whines folding her arms.

"The bell hasn't rang y-"

Suddenly the bell went cutting me off and I could feel her smirking. I sighed before packing my things back in my bag pack. I slowly got up from off the ground where I sat with my back against the tree.

"Hurry up you snail were gonna be late." She grabbed me by my arm and ran off pulling me along. I didn't even bother to object because this was our normal routine, I would disappear during lunch time and she would find me before class. it's basically a cycle.

"Yes! We made it in time." She pants resting her hands on her knees. I walked past her to my seat and got my things ready for class.

"Okay class get out your literature book." I followed his instructions and took out my book, we were doing Chinese poetry.

Oh how fun..........

I hate poetry. Well......its not that I hate it I just don't understand it. Poetry deals with emotions and feelings and I.......well you get the point, I don't know anything about that so I always end up failing English literature.

Time went by and class was over I could finally go back to my tree and draw until it's time to go home. I quickly packed my books back into my bag and got up from my seat, the students from my class bid our teacher goodbye before going their separate ways. I don't talk much so I usually don't say goodbye, I placed my hands in the packets of my jacket before heading towards the door.

"Um Clarke." He addressed me by my last name and I turned my head to look back at him.

"Can I talk to you." I nodded before walking over to him, standing infront of his table.

"It's about your grades."

ahh here we go again......

"I know that this not our first time or the second time talking about this but this time it's more serious." I sigh under my breath and held my head down but only for a second. "Your grades are extremely low I've talked to your other teachers and it seems that my class is the only class your failing at. you need a 65% average for each class to graduate, I'm afraid that if your grades don't increase you won't be able to graduate high school." I made a face of shock and clenched my jacket packet.

Are you telling me that I've worked hard for nothing?! No I won't accept that!

"Um Mr Lee isn't there anything I can do to bring my grades up?" I asked with pleading eyes. My mom as done so much for me and all I want to do is make her proud in return.

"Well, I can tutor you."

What?! I asked for help not a death wish!

Do you know what will happen to me if I say yes? all the girls in class would kill me.

**Imagination:

"Mr Lee why can't you help us with our assignment?"

"Sorry ladies but I have to tutor Clarke."**

angry and deadly glares from all the girls in class

nope. I can't do this.

"Ah I'm sorry Sir but I can't." I lied.

"Oh okay, we'll I guess I have you for another year then......anyways, enjoy the rest of your day-

"Wait!"

What I'm I doing? digging my own grave? But what other choice do I have?