The Hallway

 

I see lots of different people as I walk down the hallway.

I see the couple, smiling, staring deeply into each other's eyes. 

I see the heartbroken girl, crying, make up running down her cheeks.

I see the group of girls, laughing, whispering behind cupped hands.

I see the student who dropped his binder, papers exploding, nobody bothering to help.

I see the student fumbling with closed lockers, trying to hack combinations.

I see the girl stumbling down the hallway, focused only on her open book.

I see the group of friends, pulling out their phones, daring to take a selfie.

I see the girl parading down the hall, acting as if she owns the place.

I see the teachers, clustered by their classrooms, trying to keep a watchful eye on the busy corridor.

And me? I keep walking down the hallway.

 

                                                                          Nina Brown