The Horrendous Hallways

     “ I was never the girl who walked down the center of the hallway snapping people out of her way.” But now that I’m in grade 12 I feel I’m in charge. I have the power to bark at the slow pokes, the couples that just don’t want to get a room, and those who feel like they can act as road block in the middle of hall to have a conversation. The break in between classes is like an obstacle coarse, and the students are my obstacles. I have to weave through them without causing a collision. Sometimes there are bundles of students that park themselves right in the middle of the hall for a social gathering causing a traffic jam. Consequently I must squeeze myself between the lockers and the adolescents, pressing my face upon the germ infested locker flattening my cheek and my breath is slowly taken away. Finally through the pushing and shoving I burst out the other side nearly losing my step, continuing on my mission down the hall. The hallway should be like a highway; the slow traffic keeps to the right, giving me the opportunity to accelerate with urgency to my final destination while making a few pit stops to the cafeteria and my locker.