Marivi
really didn’t feel like waiting a whole hour again for her mom to pick her up;
she wanted to go home already. There was nothing to do meanwhile: there was no
chemistry between her and the classmates who also stayed late, and her friends
always left shortly after the dismissal bell. That is, if she could still call them
friends. Right now, in the sixth grade, her life seemed to be upside down.
Everything was so different, so glum…the classes were hard and boring, and she
was sick of them all, seeing so many red marks on her corrected tests. She felt
she didn’t have friends at all…those she had shared so many childhood memories
with had slowly changed, they didn’t get along or conversed as easily as they
used to. She didn’t have any more friends outside of school either...her family
was practically the only one with young kids in her neighborhood. To top it
off, her wonderful school had a structure similar to a prison: square, grey,
with an interior basketball court surrounded by three floors of hallways and
classrooms, and barred windows (why in the world would there be barred windows
in an elementary school? Are the school directors that resolute to depress kids? ). Homework didn’t give her any time
to have fun, either…no time to play (she still liked to play with her beloved
toys), no time to read books, no time to sit back and drink in the beautiful,
sunny days… This was all totally unfair. A kid’s life shouldn’t be as dull as
this, how could it? And yet, it was happening. There seemed to be nothing to do
but suck it all in, this cheerless reality. When would it all end? Will things
ever become brighter? She slumped down on the floor next to her heavy back
pack, sulking as she looked at the sky wistfully, hoping her mom would arrive
soon.
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