Recurring Nightmare

It’s the same thing over and over. It’s lunchtime in my high school, and I sit alone at the only table that isn’t full. Everyone else has their groups of friends, but here I sit the only one alone. Don’t get me wrong; I had friends of my own, once, but they left one by one. They moved away or graduated, and I was too afraid to make new friends. So now here I sit alone, just like every other day.

Some days are better than others. On the bad days, I remember the fun we used to have at lunch, and the pain becomes more than I can handle. Tears slip down my face, one after another. But no one notices,just like every other time. I’ve become a master at crying silently. I just bury my head in my book, and wait for the pain to pass.

Eventually the bell rings, and I can get back into my element. I can bury my feelings under a mountain of schoolwork, and make sure the pain doesn’t show through. Until tomorrow,when lunch rolls around again.