The floor is like a slippery , shiny iceskating ring. It smells like a rainy day and feels like the cold air is pinching my skin. The lights shine like a orange star, locked in a cage. The painted animals on the walls look like they could jump out the walls and be wild as if they were in the jungle. My classmates in the gym are laying clueless on the floor, as if confused on what clothes to wear to a party. They figit and write their half full pages, writing and writing as if they were dared to or as if their lives depended on it. They wonder into the yellow cheesy walls. The walls accepts our eyes and stares right back in boredom.

I am bored and hungry, well mostly bored. The hunger is easily washed away as I stare into walls. Then I look around the gym that seems to be a swimming pool. The bottom of the gym is colored blue, and now I feel like I'm drowning in the boredom I'm in. It's almost as if the colores were chosen to make us bored, to make us dizzy. One spin around the world would make you dizzy, one spin around this gym makes you crazy. It feels like I'm caged in here for coming to school. Hearing the chit chat from the 8th Graders make me laugh, as they talk about useless thing and talk like angry rats. The worlds around the room are vague because my eyes are cloud up.