A Morning

I was alone in the class, as everybody went out for the mess. Nobody asked me to go with him. Neither my best friend, nor she. I  understood the meaning of being isolated for the first time in my life. Before this I used to read this word in the Novels of Ruskin Bond. I thought to go. Then I thought to pour out my pain. But nobody was with me to feel, even to listen. The only thing I had was my notebook, which was 80% ended. I thought to spill blood drops of my broken heart to the sheets of my notebook. I didn't bother if anyone reads it or not. I thought it is a better way of being relieved. I started writing my tears made my vision blurred. It also felt on my dry sheet to make it transparent. I couldn't write any more…