Sentimental Pulse

by Emma Hoover "Monday. Oh satanic Monday. The Monday I despise. A day conquered by circling patterns of massive student bodies, massive student bodies consuming my soul. Spanish gold walls stared me in the face. With Amory to my side, I strolled casually down the school hallway. Hoping nobody would see me, I just wanted to vanish and blend with the orange paint. I had no love for crowded areas; not saying that I'm claustrophobic, actually it's quite the opposite. I just hate reality, people, noise; I live within my own world and refuse to come out. But, today, something made me want to blend in to be hidden from everything by way of surrounding myself. Something had its eye on me, I felt it...But nothing happened. All day, same as always."