Staring at the clock waiting to be free. Pull down her sleeves to hide the battle scars. Zipping up her jacket as if it were a shield. Warding off demons left and right. Her dark make up camouflages her from the enemy. Poorly dyed hair allows for a mistaken identity. Hiding the tears to show power. Finally freedom is hers. She will conquer it all. Her mighty blade glistening in the light. With one last slash it will all be gone. It is time. She rises her head one last time to cry out. RING, RING, RING. She wakes up. Still in the back of class. Slowly getting up to move on to the subject