Walking into school again

Feels like the same day everyday

All the ghosts around me staring at their phones

Waiting for a text

Waiting for attention

How to make a friend here is to have a phone addiction

You bond over the phone

You laugh over the reels you send to each other

You grow closer and closer and lose your color

Until you become a ghost

As I sit in class today

I raise my hand again and again

My teacher letting me talk while on her phone

Texting her friends about how horrible her students are

At this point I teach myself

To talk to myself in my head

Wondering,

Why do the creators of these phones still have their color?

Sitting in lunch is the worst

Everyone laughs

Over text

Everyone talks

Over text

In the same room

At the same table

With my mouth full of colorful food

I stare at them

And open my mouth to talk

"Hi"

They don't look up

Not even a glance

Getting a notification from my phone

I take it from my backpack and look at it

I got a "hi" back

I work till I pass out

I read to not feel depressed again

I look at my college list hoping that it will be different

That I can actually be friends with someone again

Until then

I am alone in this school

Or

Give in someday and become a ghost

Just like them