The mallot was slammed. She pushed the doors out of her way, she didn't like the chilly room, reaching for sunlight and fresh air, she lit up her ciggarette, almost like it was her inhaler for her athma.
She furiously puffed on the slim white cancerstick. Her mind was a mess, her hands are trembling, the ciggarette butt dropped, so did she. She cried silently, but when she got up, she was a whole different person. She was angry, she was pissed nonetheless.
Her verdict was painful to hear, like nails screeching on a blackboard, she wasn't able to accept the fact that she was found guilty of robbing a perfectly model student's chance to graduate. Where did she go wrong this time, she thought to herself.
As she walked passed the zooming cars, she lit another cigg. It was like a breath of fresh air for her, while her mind wanders off to the land of the unknown, she was approached by an elderly gentleman....
"...oppurtunities....turn your life around.....fall.....get back up.." so the old man mumbles on.. She hadn't had a clue what he was saying, but it pierced through her heart, she finally found a spot for her to sit and think. She went over the scene in the dark, chilly room again and again, her tears welling up everytime, until she heard the sound of the mallot beick played back in her head repetitively, hot, fat salty tears wet her burning cheeks.