I wandered the halls between classes, procrastinating on the decision to attend or skip out on third period to take an early lunch. My first two classes were a haze. I fought my eyelids to the death, repelling their impressive charge downward with all that I had. I’m not even sure I was in the right classrooms. Truthfully, at the moment, I didn’t much care. Last night began as bickering, grew into arguing, reduced to pleading, hollowed to drinking, resulted in my class ring, detached from it’s golden gossamer thread, resting silently on my dresser.
I ambled aimlessly through the cavernous hallways, shuffled into the stampede of anxious youth, every passing bump and stare escalating my pugnacity, drawing me dangerously closer to an edge I did not want to be on. I made my decision.