Marivi really didn’t feel like waiting a whole hour again for her mom to pick her up; she wanted to go home already. There was nothing to do meanwhile: there was no chemistry between her and the classmates who also stayed late, and her friends always left shortly after the dismissal bell. That is, if she could still call them friends. Right now, in the sixth grade, her life seemed to be upside down. Everything was so different, so glum…the classes were hard and boring, and she was sick of them all, seeing so many red marks on her corrected tests. She felt she didn’t have friends at all…those she had shared so many childhood memories with had slowly changed, they didn’t get along or conversed as easily as they used to. She didn’t have any more friends outside of school either...her family was practically the only one with young kids in her neighborhood. To top it off, her wonderful school had a structure similar to a prison: square, grey, with an interior basketball court surrounded by three floors of hallways and classrooms, and barred windows (why in the world would there be barred windows in an elementary school? Are the school directors that resolute to depress kids? ). Homework didn’t give her any time to have fun, either…no time to play (she still liked to play with her beloved toys), no time to read books, no time to sit back and drink in the beautiful, sunny days… This was all totally unfair. A kid’s life shouldn’t be as dull as this, how could it? And yet, it was happening. There seemed to be nothing to do but suck it all in, this cheerless reality. When would it all end? Will things ever become brighter? She slumped down on the floor next to her heavy back pack, sulking as she looked at the sky wistfully, hoping her mom would arrive soon.
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