Waiting :: Papers

Waiting Im ill again. It doesnt surprise me. Deja vu. I had to catch the pot from outside school, after persuading my teachers that I was going to a doctors appointment and non nevertheless skipping lessons. I have been waiting on these hard moxie plastic seats for nearly an hour just for one other doctor in this world to give me some antibiotics and send on my way home. This time I have come to the hospital because momma prizes the infections getting serious, I tusht notice the difference though. The hospital is a lot different from the doctors in town. I suppose its bound to be though. On the wall in front of me there is a super clock, and every minute I sit here it seems to go dilatory and slower. There are Doctors rushing everywhere. I dont really think I want to be a doctor. You have to be good at science. Im not. A man has just walked in through the automatic glide doors, which allow an artic wind to run right through my body. He is wear titanic black boots with a headscarf tied loosely around the big matt of permed hair left messily on his head. Pulled tightly over his big fat stomach is a t-shirt apothegm Greenpeace on it. His trousers are black and come to just above his ankle. He reminds me a lot like the man that used to own the medicament shop in town. A young boy follows him. I think it must be his son as he too 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 baby 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 ache time in there. Every so often a ships officer will walk past. They all look so bored, like me. I used to want to be a police lady, but not anymore.