I sit in my Chemistry class after a test. The teacher in here before didn't turn the faucet off all the way. The desks are squeaking with every movement. Some students are still taking the test and they mutter to themselves, and to others. The kids that sit at the lab tables laugh at their computer, people joining them and whispering to themselves. Pencils scratch, not usually something I mind, but it's the occational squeeks I can't stand with it. Kids in the back of the class, one of which I have another class with, talks about me as though I am on the other side of the school. The cars that tourment the kids outside pass by the window back and forth over and over again, reving. The old and broken clock that is on the wall right above the door that is an hour and 47 minutes behind ticks loudly. Girls talking or typing while emphasizing their long acrylic nails.
Skin rubbing against skin.

The mind has two kinds of sensory memory, iconic and echoic. Iconic is visual and usually lasts 3-4 seconds, while echoic memory is auditory and lasts maybe a tenth of a second. It decideds what to focus on and keeps it to retain to short term memory based on what is changing and what you are focusing on.
But I can't fucking focus.
Luckily, I don't have to right now, but it still pisses me off. And now that I'm focusing on these little auditory memories, it's making me focus on iconic ones too.

The girl next to me is wearing crocs with the only gibblit facing the wrong way. The tree right outside the window has a branch with only one leaf with a hole that is right off center. The lab benches are a different colour of tan compaired to the cabinets they are connected to. The kid in front of me and the kid next to me are watching the same video and their screens are barely 3 seconds different. One of the posters on the wall is from crash course while all the other ones right by it are real photographs. All the books on the lab over there have their spines facing the right way except for one, and another one has the spine the right way but it is placed upside down. There is a poster by the door and it is the only one taped to the wall with painters tape. All the latches on the upper cabinet are undone excpet for one. The desk in front of me has a chair that is slightly deformed on the corner.

I notice everything, it clouds my mind as I sit and wait for the sound over the speakers through the whole school. I try to loose myself to get away from all that is around me. I have the urge to draw but I can't bring myself to pull out my paper and a pencil. I sit and disassociate as my mind wanders through the infinite maze it creates for itself day in and day out. Filled with characters of mine and stories to create.

I spend the rest of class with them, my characters, myself. Wandering the caverns of my mind while sensory memories are drowned out. I no longer feel annoyed by my surroundings as my characters and I explore and create their stories in the comfort of my own brain. Doodling on a scrap piece of paper in my open bag, not looking at what my hand is doing, and just letting it go free. The bell finally rings and I walk down to my next class, remembering that I am never alone. Because I have myself and my imagination.

Hey ya'll, I've been trying to write more about myself recently rather than just writing in the perspective of a character. This is because in my English class, I have to write about myself a lot and it messes me up a lot because it causes me the same dysphoria that drawing myself gives me, but I'm hoping that practice will make it less uncomfortable.