(I'm going to try try again, This is directly from my story)

I sighed as the room around me bustled. I don't know why I even came to such a place, I hate busy places, But maybe the thought of finding someone to vent to was what called me. Shrugging I scooted closer to the back of the table I was sat at, trying to avoid the rush of people as the final bell rang for some other class somewhere, but I couldn't care less about who was late and who wasent, nor the chance of finding someone to listen to me was quickly depleating. The thought of tripping a student overloaded with books and fluttering papers as he passed was overwhelming, but I tryed to concentrate once more on the task before me. I stared at the blank page of homework, which normaly I would be (TRYING) to do in the library, but insted chose to glare at in the cafeteria, exspecting it to finish itself. If only the teachers could inderstand what I was going through, On one hand, dealing with a psycotic 'friendship' (Or as I call it, enslavement-ship) and on the other trying to pay the bills my dead parents left behind from day to day by any means nessicary, then maybe, MAYBE, they wouldn't waste my time with detention for not doing homework. I glanced around at the quickly emptying room and snapped my fingers. The page burst into flame, as exspected, and I leant back, decideing to once again skip a pointless class. 'Someone to talk to..' I thought lazily.