2nd grade

A Story by luciddreamer

Tried to make it as close to how I felt back then as possible...which is hard...lol

The walls was bright white with metal trim. The floor was black and white checkered, spit shinned. My stomach is telling me something is wrong. The line I stand in seems to go on and on. My hair in pigtales, little Ronny pulls. My anger gets the best of me I punch him in the gut. I feel my breath leaving me I struggle to just be. I shut my eyes trying to find a bit of peace. Run, run, was the screaming in my brain. How much trouble I would be in was the reason that I stayed. Now into the cafeteria the 2nd grade did arrive. Nurses dressed all in white rolled our sleeves and gave us a shot through a gun....scared me to death....still does....