Let's recount.

I awoke with a sharp pain in my head, a ball of fury the size of China pulsating in my throat and the dull reminants of last nights mistakes strewn across my vague mind. I stand up, I fall down. Head spinning uncontrollably I decided that this was going to be a fantastic day. I slowly crawl to the bathroom and throw up my stomach lining. I lie on the cold floor for no less then twenty minutes gathering the strength to rise. I slowly fumble through my cupboard retrieving clothing suitable for such a disaster. I slide into my black skinny leg jeans trying to piece together my puzzled memory of the night before, hoping that I hadn't done anything i'd regret. I pull the white shirt over my head. Lately it's had the effect of a straight jacket... captured, no freedom or choice, no happiness, no control. I shove on some tattered shoes and grasp my phone in one hand and my ipod in the other. Back to school, once again. I jump in the car, spinning my finger around the touch panel resulting in ridiculously loud music drowning out the sound of my nans constant mindless chatter. We drive the long way, passing through Charlestown, Elemore Vale, Wallsend, and inevitably ending up a Jesmond. How I loathe the very name of the place. I walk along the outside, holding onto my lasts moments of freedom for the next 6 hours, I breathe in deep, saouring the fresh air. My spirit trapped inside the gates of this hell that I have no choice but to enter, day in, day out, it is my dystopia. Before I even get a chance to set myself new goals for the term, new standards, before I get a chance to conjure a thought of education at all, I turn to see the dragon staring me down. As I enter she calls me to the side and proceeds to give me the two minute scorching of how I need to "Shape up" or I shant bother coming next week, or any time after that. I mutter a few choice obscenities under my breath as I turn my back and walk away holding in my distasteful thoughts. I absent mindedly make my way through the all to familiar corridors and stairwells until I am faced with the door to my first class. I stop for a moment, prepare myself for what I am about to endure. My hand slides over the cold door handle. Well, this is it. I walk in to see several familiar faced spread across the dark computer room. I see nothing has changed, nothing at all. As the teacher spins around from the front of the room she greets me; "Welcome back to hell. Please take your seat."