Micah woke up it was time to get ready for school. Micah put on a black shirt and black jeans. “Hey Jamie” Micah said Jamie shushed him Micah was confused. last night he talked to me, now he doesn’t want to. What is wrong with this place I don’t know how anybody feels. “EVERYONE GET OUT, GO TO PERIOD 1” the teacher yelled. Everyone rushed out dressed up I walked out and Jamie grabbed my arm “hey sorry I was just trying to get ready” Jamie said. “What are you, a fag why you touching up the new kid” his friends come up and say. A angry fit of rage comes up my throat. I don’t say anything but I almost cried. His friends reminded me of tinsel that evil creature. Micah walked down the elongated hallway of dorms. Micah had Math he walked and walk till he saw room 11 room 11 had a dark rim and a denoising door Micah walked inside to see a teacher with raggedy hands a tight bun a long black dress, and a black jacket made of polyester. The women smelled like rotten flowers she walked over to me and chained my arms and legs to the desk. The chains had enough room to write in. The classroom was dim the maroon walls were dull with chipped paint