The world we made

Walking down the hallway through the h*llhole I know as school, I wondered who decided there was a need for school. I know, I know, I shouldn't talk about school like it's a bad place, but when you are someone like me , you can't just help it. I'm Lautella - weird name, I know, my mother decided she couldn't choose between Laura and Donatella, so I'm stuck with the name for eternity- and I'm the quiet girl. Not your stereotypical quiet girl though. For one, I'm not a nerd. I couldn't even solve a word problem question even if I tried to. it just so happened that I understand things slowly. But apparently no one has figured that out. Teachers believe if you are quiet then you are smart, if only they knew that the scores I get for exams - which also happens to be As - was a result of the extra lessons I took during the school break. So all in all, I have classes literally every day. No break for me. Walking into the classroom with my hoodie covering half of my face - even though no one was in the classroom yet - I take the seat at the back, right corner to be precise. I realized most teachers or students don't notice me when I sear there. I'm not even sure they know I attend this school. Lucky me though, it means I wouldn't need to talk or have a conversation with anyone. I did say I was the quiet girl. I wasn't always quiet tho. I stopped talking after my younger brother died. He was the one who would make me laugh, talk and smile, and now he's not here. Even if I tried to talk to anyone I wouldn't even be able to. I am only able to talk to myself. Students filed into the class in hopes of getting in before Mr Statham, our biology teacher, did. It's funny really. The man is really a petite round man, with a moustache that could go miles. He basically reminds me of Doctor Eggman in the sonic the hedgehog cartoon series. I do not understand how anyone could be scared of him. Surprisingly, he can be scary. The man gives free detention and would take any opportunity to suspend anyone. Fortunately for me, I have never been a victim of his evil ways. Mr Statham starts to explain what we were learning today. Because of my predicament, I couldn't understand half of what he was saying. I looked down at my notes and realized I had doodled all over with no word in sight. Why was it so hard to concentrate or even understand my subjects. Now I'd have to read everything by myself throughout the weekend. I do not want my extra lessons tutor to come over. She's already 5 months pregnant and I don't want to put much stress on her. The bell rings, in time for me to look up at the board to see that we had homework. Thanks, Mr Statham. I walked down the hallway to the back of the school, my little corner where no one goes to. I had free period right now then lunch break. I had no idea what my classmates were doing right now. I couldn't care less to be honest. I just preferred being alone. I brought out my sketchbook and continued with the cartoon drawings I did during my free time. I loved animations and cartoons. I don't know why tho, maybe it's because I know they aren't real and it's just a world that was created by them. I just want to be part of their world, where characters never die, like Tom and Jerry. It's baffles me how they have not died yet. Laughing quietly, I shook my head and concentrated on my drawing, letting everything fade away. The free period and lunch break is quickly over and I realized I missed lunch. I had a small breakfast this morning because I had something urgent to do this morning. Lautie, you just make yourself suffer, don't you? I packed up my book and left for my chemistry class in hopes that I'd get there before anyone else does. The day goes by rather quickly and now I'm laying on my bed watching an episode of SpongeBob. I was so invested in it and didn't notice my mum had knocked and already entered my room. "Lautie, I just came to ask if you'd like to have dinner with us today". Ever since my brother's death, I've been closed off. she knows I won't talk but she tries to get me to do so. I know she just wants her daughter back but it's hard to talk even if I wanted to. I took my notepad and wrote on it to reply her. I guess so, I have nothing I'm doing anyway. I'll be down in a minute. After reading it, she nodded her head and left. What did she think I'd say, 'No?'. Your girl hasn't eaten since the banana she ate early this morning. Obviously I'm not gonna reject food. I close my laptop, and go downstairs to have dinner with the remaining living family that I had left.