routine

As I get ready for school I get dressed eat breakfast and put on my hat.

 Its soft from being worn and it is as familiar to me as the back of my hand. As I near the school doors I feel my pace slow as if someone is holding the corner of my shirt. I turn around with my hand on the door but no one is there. As I walk through the halls my shoulders sag and my heartbeat picks up its pace like someone is trying to pull me down. Hours pass and this weight on my shoulders increases to what feel like boulders crushing me slowly. As I walk out into the halls my heart pounds out of my chest and I can't breath I grasp my neck to pry off the hands that must be choking me but mine are the only ones there. I find myself running towards the exit convinced that the whole school is trying to kill me. I run up the street to my house and rip the door open and go straight to my room and brace myself against the wall. Into the quiet of my room I take off my hat and breathe.