My Lonely Hardship Days

I sat at the front of the classroom. I wasn't facing the big, bright windows, but I didn't have to to know that it was raining outside. Yep, it was a dreary day. A dreary day to match my dreary mood. Dark thoughts ran thru' my mind, as dark as the thunderheads outside.

Why did the teacher put me here? Sitting in this corner. Away from my friends. They all got to sit with drawers and writers and Scholars. But all I get to do is sit. All alone.

Except for my best friend the chair. My only friend the chair. He was always with me and beside me. Listening to my troubles and woes. Besides him I only got trouble makers. They always hurt me. I never felt a nice soft drawing on me thru' the cushion of paper. Instead, I had things written right on me. Right into me! Etching their name into my soft wooden skin with a ballpoint pen or even a knife.

I have many scars, and after a school, when all the teachers and janitors have left I have to listen to all of my fellow desks, Bragging about the many pages that had been written on them that day. Or what a masterpiece of a drawing had been drawn. Or what a well written poem. And all I have to say when someone asks me what I did that day is "Nothing" or "Just a scar". It has happened so many times now that no one asks me anymore.

I am now all alone. The chair has been taken to another room and I am alone. Alone in my hardship days.