The final bell rang, signaling that class was over. Papers flew up into the air, as the class erupted in cheers. Rolling my eyes at the idiots jumping onto the desks, I ran into the hallway, immediately scanning the busy hallway for a familiar face. A large body smacked against me, throwing me to the ground as hundreds of screaming kids trampled over me. Boy did I hate school.
I was just as happy as the rest of these kids that school had officially ended, but their way of showing enthusiam was not what I was in the mood for. A wave of relieve washed over me, as a group of familar faces made their way down the hallway.
"Liz why are you on the ground you dork," Alyssa questioned me, reaching out a helping hand. Rolling my eyes for about the tenth time in the past three minutes, I grabbed onto her hand and was hoisted into a standing positon.
After quickly cleaning out my locker, I followed Alyssa outside to the oak tree. The same oak tree that I had spent every afternoon under, standing in a circle discussing random shit with the few people I actually could handle talking to for over five minutes. Today, the topic of discussion was, of course, plans for the summer. Knowing my parents were sending me off to live for a random family for the summer, I stepped aside., learning against the tree.
The idea of me moving out for the summer first came up when my mom received a letter in the mail from the school, explaining how I had been absent from school without an excuse note. I had a perfectly valid excuse, but my mom wouldn't even let me get a word in. She immediately began looking up reform camps, acting as if I was a juvenile delinquent. All I did was miss a day of school for God's sake. I explaining to my dad how I had to help a friend that day, and he soon convinced my mom out of her cruel plan. However, this didn't stop her from sending me to stay with an old friend of hers, with a house located in the deserted area's of central Florida.
So now I'm stuck leaning up against a tree, listening to how fun everybody elses summer is going to be, when all I get to look forward to is unfamiliar people and no cable T.V. Tired of hearing their conversation, I say goodbye and make my way over to the parking lot.
Climbing in the car, I sloppily stab the keys into the ignition and glance back towards the school. I watch as my friends obnoxiously laugh at one another, obviously discussing their super cool summers. Once again I roll my eyes, and back out of my spot. Glancing at my friends and the school one last time, I drove away. They didn't seem to care that I was leaving, or that I wouldn't see them again for two months. I knew Alyssa was coming to say goodbye later today, but I guess no one else gave a shit about me.
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Slamming my backbag down as I trudged through the door, my mom greeted me with a smile. I glared at her, climbing the stairs to my room. Angrily taking a suitcase out of my closet, I grabbed whatever clothes I could find and threw them in the bag. I just wanted these two months to be over so I could at least enjoy the two weeks of summer I would return to. A faint knock was heard on my door, but instead of cracking the door open, I locked it.
"Elizabeth Flannigan. Open this door," I heard my mom say from the hallway. Grunting in response, I continued to pack, refusing to talk to anyone. Listening as my mom angrily stomped away, I turned on my speakers, allowing music to engulf the room. Hearing another knock on the door, I turned the music up even louder, blocking out the voices coming from outside.
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Two hours later and I was stumbling down the stairs, dragging a large suitcase behind me. A boy, about my age, stood at the door, awkwardly starring at the ground.
"Liz this my friends son. He's come to pick you up," my mom explains, nodding her head towards the boy at the door. Hugging my parents goodbye, I slowly followed the boy towards his truck in the driveway. With little help, I managed to toss the very heavy suitcase until the back seat. Climbing into the passengers seat, I smiled at the boy, trying to at least seem like a nice person. Instead of a smile back, he rudely starred at me before pulling out of the driveway.
"Um, hi. I'm Liz," I mentioned, fumbling with my fingers. He simply nodded his head, keeping his eyes on the road. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours before I finally spoke up again.
"So, what's your name," I questioned, trying to once again start conversation.
"Zayn," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Giving up, I leaned my head against the window, falling into a deep sleep, my summer hopes and dreams slowly washing away.
