Miko's Tale

The teacher stands, lecturing at the front of your class. Same boring lessons, new distant faces. The teacher is talking about the history of something or other. You look out the window, wishing you had skipped again. Not like Mom would know. Not that she knows anything about you, about how you aren't fitting in. How much you hate it here. Back home, you didn't exactly have a ton of friends, but you had hoped at least someone here might relate to you. Before you know it, the bell is signaling the end of class. You look down to find your notebook is blank but for your simple sketch of your favorite video game character. You stand, collecting your bag, dreading the next boring class with more faces without names, more people who won't care to speak with the strange new kid.