College Life

They are all about my age. It feels like they are clones of me, but they smile. I feel my key in my back pocket. I step out to pretend to use the bathroom. I almost leave forever. But there’s a forcefield on campus. I only have my backpack. Which has useless books, nothing for survival. I walk around, hearing a football being tossed and it bothers me. I’m still on campus no matter how angry I get. I’m still enrolled according to their computers. I’m still wearing a shirt with their mascot. I always end up escorted back to my dorm by the end of the day. Sometimes, I’ll pick up dinner from the food court. Sometimes I don’t want to talk to them. I need to call my parents this week. We have an agreement. I lie about friends and classes. I stay enrolled. I stay on this campus, filled with people who hate it here just as much as me.