Creative Writing: Middle School

It was one of those Mondays when the whole world seemed to be hurting. A day when you ran into class ten minutes late with a half-finished assignment and peanut butter breath. Even so, teachers looked the other way. They cared too much about their own troubles to worry about your tardiness. So you and your classmates sat there just staring at walls and not saying anything because the entire atmosphere screened dull. Everything was just average. Of course, for me days were always average. It’s a common symptom of being the talentless middle child. I usually stare at walls but when the whole class does it the universe takes the hint and decides to create a miracle. And that is just what it