The Numbers Have Gone

I'm at loss, once again. My School day has been good. Not so, when I came home. I mean, nothing bad is going on in the household... It's what's happening on the outside world that relates to my family. I have to decide whether if they are allowed to know, or they are not allowed to know.
I'm stuck with needing to speak to friends, let alone family.

The most unexpected turn of events. I'm not sure what action to take this time. At first, I was ready, but the more I think about it, the more I feel the need for more flexibility and ability.

I Come Home To The Past

I'm home. Back to the same school. I would walk through the hallway that I now call, The Usual Spot. But you know, it's really empty... It's nice that it's quiet, but it's so much better with the noise it once had. I walk through it, sit, and wait for nothing to happen. In just a few minutes, I'd get up and leave. On very rare occasions, remnants of the past are there, but still... That's only rare occasions. Time really makes the changes. It's a lonely hall. The Usual Spot isn't really The Usual Spot, anymore.

Here and there, and there and here. I walk through the places that has the good and bad memories. I really didn't spend enough time with them. There isn't enough time, though there is a lot... A lot that has been filled with the most unimportant things. I walk through the building, the sun is setting, and I'm back at The Usual Spot... "It's time to go home..."