Room of White

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We sit here day after day.

Staring at the blank board in front of us.

The teacher hands out text books and tell us to turn to a certain page,

so we do.

We look at the page

but it makes no sense.

Todays lesson is about something

but I didn't hear what the teacher said.

I stare at the white walls of the room and pretend to listen. 

But in reality,

all I want is to be free of the dreadful place.

My mind wanders,

it thinks of magical lands,

and a place where every one is free.

I come back to reality,

only to see that the class has stopped listening.

So I look aorund.

One wall has a motivational poster,

but what use is it.

My eyes wander towards the board in the front of the room. 

There is nothing written on it.

I move in my chair and the desk squeaks. 

People look at me. 

"Screw this!"

I shout.

"What is the point of being in here day after day?"

I push myself out of my desk,

and grab my bag.

My peers gasp,

but I don't care.

My feet move towards the door.

I stop, 

turn back and look at the class.

All eyes are on me.

I couldn't stand to spend one more second in this room of white.

My hand turns the door knob

and I walk out of that room,

that room of white

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