Mental Hospital

My dad drops me off, "I love you Marilyn. Are you sure you have everything?". "Yes dad I'm sure!" I said in annoyance. The passenger door closes and now I'm alone, at the new school I barely heard of. I look at the school. The word, "Maryland Highschool" stretches across the cement walls, and a billboard saying, "Welcome Students!" with a map of the outside and inside of the school. I take out my phone to take a photo of the map. After I took the photo, I walked into school. As I walk in the school, students start to stare at me in awe. I walk to the girls bathroom thinking, "do I have something in my teeth?" "do I have a new pimple?". As I open the bathroom door I hear giggling and I see girls doing their makeup. They ask my how I'm doing and I respond with a simple "I'm good" before going into the bathroom stall. I take my phone out and went to the camera app. I see nothing on me. Nothing bad. I exit the bathroom, the girls still in there, giggling. As I'm walking, the bell rings screaming at us to go to class. I walk up the stairs, the chatting and laughing of the students grows louder. I check my phone to look at my schedule. "1st Period, English. Starts 8:10AM Ends 9:30AM". I entered English class. The chatting and laughing grow quiet as I enter, the same awe jaw drop face grows on the students. I take my seat in the back, the chatting resumes. The second bell rings, telling us that class has officially begun. "Hello class!" The voice of the English teacher breaks the silence. "I am Mrs. Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny or Jen. How are you guys doing on this nice morning?" The silence grows louder. "My favorite color is blue and my favorite animal is cats." I smile as I think to myself, "you look like a 64 year old woman who's t**s is almost touching the damn floor". "How 'bout you guys introduce yourselves!" Jennifer says. All the students say their names and introduce themselves until it was time for me to introduce myself. "That brunette girl in the back with brown eyes, introduce yourself. I stand up awkwardly the eyes and heads of everyone turned towards me. "Hi, my name is Marylin I am 16 years old and this is my first time here." After 5-10 seconds of silence Jennifer finally spoke, "that's nice dear, I'm glad to welcome you here". I sat back down and the teacher gave us a book, "The History and Telling of Moriah Damsworth" showed in big bold letters across the brown leather book. "Turn to page 5, students". Page 5 was riped and folded at the edges, and clearly someone spilt their Starbucks coffee all over the page. The teacher brought a chair to the front of the board and started reading. The teachers loud, high pitched voice slowly turned into a far, muffled voice as I slowly start to fall asleep. I woke up to be in a mental hospital with doctors and nurses surrounding me. They put me in cuffs. 2 on my arms, 2 on my legs. I was screaming on the top of my lungs. And I was flailing around like a fish. Soon, someone put a gas mask on me, making me fall asleep. As I was slowly falling asleep I heard my name being called out. "Marylin?" The voice grew louder. "Marylin!". And finally, "MARYLIN". I finally woke up in my chair. "I told you to read. Why were you sleeping?" Jennifer said. "Sorry I'm so tired I don't know why I got a lot of sleep." I said panicked. "Well can you read for us? Page 2 on line 16?" The teacher said, "Sure" I said. 9:29AM. "And that's when Damsworth-" The bell rung in the middle of my reading. I scrambled to put the book away and hurried to get out of class to feel a tug on my shirt. "What's your second period class?" The blond girl said. "Spanish. Yours?" I said. The blond girl spoke again, "same". As we were walking down the stairs the blond girl spoke, "my name is Marcy, what's yours again?". I reply, "Marylin, nice to meet you." After a bit of chatting and laughing, we finally arrived at Spanish class. The teachers name, "Mrs. Eliza" was stretched across the wooden door. "I know she's gonna be pissy and bitchy" Marcy said. I replied saying, "let's be honest, every Spanish teacher is bitchy". Marcy laughed and we entered inside the class.