Motionless In Crowd
All dressed up for an event did not choose to attend. An obligation of time, clothing you are too young to refuse. Maybe if you stand motionless all disappear. There you are midst a crowd of people who contribute nothing to you, time stolen from your day. All that is left to do is tray disappear onto your own brain. It is a ritual that they will want you to participate in when you become older too, will you be able to avoid it then unlike now.
