Vignette Life

Hey dude. I felt kind of bad that this prompt had zero entries so I guess I'm going to enter.

I'm also procrastinating right now so, yeah.

What is a Vignette anyway? Sorry, I'm really dumb. Let me search it up. Hold on.

Got it!

A'ight, I don't have a story so I think I'm just going to have to wing this one.

Ready?

No?

I don't care I'm going for it anyway.

"The long corridor seemed to stretch forever, the squeaky linoleum floors zapped bright yellow images into my retinas. I stood with my back pressed to my locker, feeling the grates dig sharply into my back as seventy-three high-school students barreled my way, jostling and jockeying for a position in the turbulent crowd. As for me. I just tried not to get trampled and killed. I watch as a paper airplane made of a scribbled-on worksheet soars over the crowd and friends shove each other. What idiots."