I hate this place so much. I repeat as my Jimmy Choo covered feet drag along the seemingly clean hallway floors.  I guess one could consider me the "popular" or "hottest" girl in the entire school. On some days it was easier to accept it and flaunt what was considered beauty. Others, I found it daunting to constantly pluck my thick eyebrows, only to have them redrawn on my overly made face. The more self-doubt filled days, I prefer to call my natural days. I yearned to walk around school not having to worry about following the latest trends and fads.<br/><br/>As I ran my fingers through the perfectly straight hair, that caused me to get out of bed two hours before my standard wake-up time, I glanced around the other students. I always believed we are one in the same. When you strip away the category each person identifies him/herself. We tend to have similar feelings. In my opinion, I have yet to meet one student that was truly happy to be back at school. I can recall times where the intellects prefer to learn in the sanctuary of their homes rather than be ridiculed by classmates twice their size yet lacked a basic understanding of what was being taught. To be honest, I can admit I have felt the same. Certain school subjects have caught my attention throughout my academic career. Although I am by no means a mathematician, statistics has sparked an interest as well as English and music. Having to be forced by law to come back to this prison known to the public eye as school, was enough to lead towards a depressive mood and brought the urge to run home, rip out the annoying contact lenses that drew more attention to my eyes than I'd like, and spend my day playing my violin.<br/><br/><br/>Luckily, the smallish group of people I typically would walk with decided to come to school in their standard late fashion. So, I savored the few more moments of silence I have between the my current location and my first class.<br/><br/>