The High School Depression

The High School Depression

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  • “Alriiight. Take a seat,” Cecil Webster blandly states, talking as if a robot. “Today we are going to be learning about the Great Depression,”
  • "Nooo!! Argg. We never have fun here,"
  • “I feel like I’m in the Great Depression right now, Ya know I bet this loser doesn’t have a family at all,” Jake taps Kyle from a few feet away.
  • “Hey Kyle, so I was wondering if you wanted to have some ice cream tomorrow? How about your house, 3:00?” Kelly asks standing right behind Kyle in the jam packed hallway. 
  • “Sure. Sure,” Kyle walks away with his thoughts.
  • “So today, the topic of this meeting is about student behavior. It has gotten a little out of hand, and I think we can do better,” Principal Lewis says pacing around the table, specifically frowning at Mr. W. 
  • Cmon Webster this is your fault I shouldn’t even be here. The librarian looked over to where “Dictionary” sat alone. 
  • “Hey Jake, watch your attitude, you think I want to be here? Why don’t you tell me when the Great Depression started,” Jake startled by the remark stutters at his answer. “That’s what I thought, maybe next time you should pay more attention in class,” as he says this his voice raises a little, and the class gets a little smaller, as if trying to shrink away. Kyle, the tall black haired kid, lingers on that last thought. Maybe he doesn’t have a family it would explain a lot. The class moans and sleeps, as Mr. W continues his speech. RIING! The bell goes off. Kids dash to the door. 
  • “Bye. Dictionary,” students giggle, as they leave calling their teacher big and boring. Kyle Green walks to his locker, thinking maybe it wasn’t right to bully their teacher like that, especially if he went home each day after being treated like vermin, to an empty house. He opens the cool, slick blue locker to get his math book.
  • RING! The buses roll out of the large lot, filled with cars. Mr. W and many other teachers walk towards an empty classroom for a very much known teacher meeting. This talk continues, over the hour. Other teachers stare a bored look in their eyes, not happy to be there. Time passed. Minds wandered. Phones silent (except for Mrs. Aloe where everyone could hear her tapping the screen no doubt on a game) Buzz! Principal L’s small alarm clock had gone off, implying that it was over. People rushed out the room, heading to cars, trucks, or jeeps trying to get away from the school. All that was left was Mr. W and Principal Lewis.
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