School. 12:55 p.m.

What is the underlying nature, reasoning, the point, I wonder, behind such mass congregations of people? Those senseless beings who cumulate only to fights and bitterness, jam-packed together in a space much too tight for their full capacity. To promote togetherness? School, peer bonding? Thank you, but I would much rather utilize my reprieve, escape to an area perhaps still of far too many but safer, which would explain how I allowed for myself to end up here; all but alone, surrounded by the odd and mindless, separated from Sequoia who chose to oblige school will and attend the end of the year game.

It was never one of my wishes to attend school recreations or activities--basically all that required tickets. Record of never having been to one, but this may have been an extremely horrible decision on my part... Resisting conformity, "Viva la Revolution." Ah, I am abso-bloody-lutely brilliant.

And thus, I await some staff member to open the entrance doors into the room, unleashing the monstrosities which shall exist within the dark abyss to which the overlords imprison us. In other words, waiting patiently alone before the doors of the cafeteria with a few others, who grouped together, to where we have been... confined?

As I flicked open the swiveling metal loop upon my orange padlock once more, the double doors swung apart before me, revealing the blue and white clad staff member, who had ventured inside, unknown to myself. Almost immediately, I weaved my way through the scattered and select people, who had no other choice but to join me here, my admittedly faster walking pace smoothly allowing me to the front and to a seemingly isolated patch of the room. Or, I could hope, a splotch safe from that fear-instilling humanity.

My corner, I decreed it, with the mobile condiment island, I shall name it as well. Possessive qualities or not, who shall ever know what certain everyday objects are? Certainly not everyday people. That would indubitably be against the realm of reality and all of its incongruencies. This certain mobile condiment island was near a corner but not directly against the wall, leaving room to pace around, and a surface to place my possessions--a notebook, a folder, agenda, and writing utensils--while the rest of the metallic tabletop remained bare. I carefully leaned against it as to avoid the wheels from rolling out from underneath my weight, preparing myself to take in tedious notations of my surroundings for the rest of the school day. How pleasant.

I never was one for much socializing. At least, not beyond my rather dismal realm of friends, but that never bothered me so much. What use was associating oneself with every human you came across? Forming rudimentary relationships that centered entirely upon a one to two word exchange basis--perhaps even six syllables if you got lucky. You could know a million people, perhaps even consider them acquaintances, but you could never meet all those who circled the Earth. What was it to say other than that I simply preferred to truly know the people I spent my time with, could hold a proper conversation with them. If nothing else, it would bring about less awkward silences.

That would be the way to say it looking upon me kindly, that is. For, what was I now? Now that I'd lost Sequoia to another side of the school entirely. Reduced to my rather favorite activity, but alone. Not that it should matter, alone worked for me rather well. It held more space and silence for thought and observing. It also, however, left a great deal of room for others to see me as well, no matter how well hidden, and speculate on my own character. A formidable patch of land or else a strange aura people have grown to imagine around others, for I was alone. Enough to let wandering eyes find myself, to have me become the nerve filled center of attention. Simply because I was alone; because I grew to depend too much on the friend I had; because I could not control those I observed.

Watching others, though, I could spend hours doing that. If it might be tedious and it could bore another. So long as I was hidden, protected, I could and would espy all things around me; scrutinize the world I was condemned to.