I came down the stairs, excited to be back at my high school.
There was a committee downstairs...I wish I could remember what it was called.
A sign beside them said "talk to us!", so I did.
They were judgmental. They based my worthiness on how nicely my wrote my name.

I stormed off, furious, spitting and screaming at my friends at the superficial fraud of the entire system. My friends tried to stop me, running ahead of me and putting their arms out wide as if to blockade me from leaving.
A girl I don't recognize with dark hair, and was likely half Asian was the last to try to stop me from leaving.
then I woke up.