I’m waiting.
Usually I’m a good kid. I try to be “mature” for my age, which just means I don’t like the idea of coming off as your typical, temperamental teen. But right now I don’t care. I jam my headphones in and crank the music up way louder than normal. I’m slumping terribly in my chair, glairing off into a corner. I kind of wish it wasn’t summer so I had a hoody, to complete the look. Cause right now I want to do everything I can to post the sign. I want it to be all over me: DANGER! Teenage rebel at work! Because I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want any of these people to think I’m OK with being here, cause I’m not. At all.
And else than that I don’t want any of them to know anything about me.
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