Waiting :: Papers

Waiting Im ill again. It doesnt surprise me. Deja vu. I had to mesmerize the bus from outside school, after persuading my teachers that I was going to a doctors duty assignment and not just skipping lessons. I slang been waiting on these unstated back plastic seats for nearly an hour just for bingle other doctor in this world to give me some antibiotics and fling on my way home. This time I have come to the infirmary because Mum deems the infections getting serious, I cant notice the difference though. The hospital is a lot different from the doctors in t stimulate. I suppose its leap to be though. On the wall in front of me there is a big clock, and every minute I sit here it seems to go slower and slower. There are Doctors rushing everywhere. I dont really think I want to be a doctor. You have to be grievous at science. Im not. A man has just walked in through the machine-controlled sliding doors, which allow an artic wind to run right through my body. He is wearing big black boots with a headscarf tied loosely around the big matt of curly hair left messily on his head. Pulled tightly over his big fat stomach is a island of Jersey give tongue to Greenpeace on it. His trousers are black and come to just preceding(prenominal) his ankle. He reminds me a lot bid the man that used to own the music shop in town. A young boy follows him. I think it must be his son as he withal has curly hair and is wearing a similar t-shirt saying Greenpeace. He doesnt look at all happy. His arms are tightly folded and you can see he has been crying. I bet his Mums expecting a treat and he doesnt want it to be a girl. Yes I am right, they have just made their way towards the labour ward. Theyll be waiting a long time in there. Every so often a policeman will walk past. They all look so bored, like me. I used to want to be a police lady, unless not anymore.