Torture
- Natalie Zakrzewski
- Nov 2, 2017
- 1 min read
Adults set up shop in front of the main entrance every morning at the same time. They punish her because the minute hand is a mere click past the warning bell. The classroom is just as hostile where due dates and deadlines control her life. No excuse is worthy or understandable, so she stays up until 3:00 in the morning. Her eyes are heavy and her body is tired, but she is not allowed to sleep. She is forced to respect those who do not respect her. She is put in a box and the box is locked.
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