Daily Writing Prompts discussion

Hey lovies!! I hope you all are having a fabulous day so far.
Here is the prompt for today (I stole it from my old creative writing teachers. Shhh. 😁):

- Imagine you lived in a world where school isn't like what we have now. You're alone–school is lonely; no buildings, no teachers, no friends. School is a machine that teaches you every subject you need to learn. Write a story about how you feel about this system. Feelings? Ideas? What's frustrating? -

I know this one's long. Happy writing!!!

Oh wow definitely be doing this!

Okay well I kinda took this a little off topic cause I didn't exactly have a plan for the story, but the beginning is kinda topical, haha. But I'll share it anyway.

I sat at the desk, staring at the screen. The tiny words came and left the screen faster than I could comprehend. I didn’t even bother trying to read it. It’s not like I cared, anyway.
My mom walked into the room, leaning over me to check my progress. Warmth flooded through me. She was here. She wouldn’t let them get me. She would protect me.
“Leo, what is this?” she gestured to my blank page.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to wipe away the colors that were splotching my vision. “Well, it doesn't look like much to me.”
My mom sighed, kneeling on the ground next to me. “Baby, I know you don’t like it. But we have to. You know why. You’re almost seven, you need to start taking this seriously.”
I looked at her. “But why can’t I go with everyone else? Tasia gets to.”
My mom bit her lip. “I know, baby. But we have to.”
“But I don’t want to.” I tried to keep the tears out of my eyes. “I don’t need to be special.”
Her eyebrows creased. I didn’t try to make her sad. But I always made her sad. I was the reason she stayed up late at night, crying to my dad that she couldn’t do it, that they would come for her.
“We can’t change that now, baby.”
“But -”
“We have to. We have to” she got up and headed for the door. “I know it’s hard, but you need to do your best. For me.”
I looked at her as she was getting ready to leave. I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t know when she would be back. She couldn’t leave me alone in this room. “I’ll be good! Mamma, I promise!” I tasted salt in my mouth. I didn’t want her to see me cry, though. She didn't know how much I needed her to stay.
She stepped to the other side of the door. “I know. I know. We have to.”
I couldn’t leave my seat. I knew that. My legs itched to jump and stop her from closing the door. “Don’t leave me alone! Please, please…”
She began to close the door. I jumped out of my seat and tried to get to her before it closed. The last thing I saw of her was her eyes filling with tears. How could she leave me here? Did she even know what would happen? She had come, she was supposed to protect me.
The door slammed, and I ran straight into it, wishing that I could be big enough to break it.
She couldn’t, she didn’t…
I slammed my fists into the door and screamed. I screamed for her to come take me back. For her not to let them get me again.
I felt warmth trickle down my arms, and I looked to see my own blood soaking my sleeves. My fists were blue and swollen, dripping blood all over the floor.
No please… I thought.
I sank to the floor and buried my head in my knees, wrapping my arms around myself. I sat there and cried, but not for my mom anymore. For something much worse.
I had left my seat.

The cold blue rays from my computer hit my almost closed eyes.
A robotic voice resounded in my ears. "Please enter your answer in the box.". I don't have enough energy to pick my hand and type in the answer. I look around me. No one. Nothing.
It's like this almost everyday now. Me and a cold hard computer in a room all day. The only change I see is the slowly budging progress bar on my screen.
The lesson is self paced. It just keeps moving on and on and on. It's almost hilariously meaningless. Except nothing about my situation is funny to me.
I finally find enough energy to type in my answer. I close the computer. I had had enough for today.
Then I slept, knowing the next day was going to be the same.
At 6 am, my mom screamed, "wake up! You are going to be late for school. Wake up wake up! Get ready!"
I wake with a start. My brain still feels fuzzy too fuzzy. So I just do what she says.
Then she drives me to a strange building. Kids my age, clad in similar clothes are going in the building. I am apprehensive. "Mom? What are you doing? What is this cult?" I ask.
"I am not having any more of your jokes. Go to school now." She says sternly killing the engine.
"But-but-" I sputter.
There were so many kids. No computers. I talked to people my age. We cringed about lessons. We cringed about other people. We gossiped about the teachers. It felt like a daze.
"That math test was so hard." I say to the girl sitting next to me as soon as I hand it in.
The hallway was so crowded. I fall in the bustle.
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I wake with a start. The cold blue light of my computer is still on, illuminating my tired eyes as a small tear escapes my eye.