The final bell rang and I gathered my things from the class and tried to leave as quickly as possible. My day wasn't too bad but I can't stand being with these people.
I walked down the hallway back to my mom's classroom, dodging the crowd of students flooding through the hallway. My mom was sitting at her computer, again, and only looked up from it for a split second to smile and ask how my day was.
I never want to seem rude so I replied with "Fine." And slung my book bag onto the ground and sat down in front of one of the many computers in her classroom. I felt that the small school lunch that I ate today was gone already and I was hungry again. So, I stood up and walked to the vending machine in the atrium. There were still a few students waiting around for someone to come pick them up.
I still had my music blaring, and I walked up to the vending machine to grab a drink.
I softly sing the song playing and grab my drink from the vending machine. I turned around, about to head back to my mom's classroom, and bumped into the person standing behind me. I dropped my phone and the earbuds ripped out. Luckily I didn't drop my drink, leading to a huge mess on the floor and a lot of embarrassment.
The boy that I ran into finally looked up from his phone for a second to get out the word, "Sorry," and continued walking to the vending machine, music blaring from his earbuds, loud enough for everyone to hear. He had his hair in a short Mohawk and wore a jean vest that was way too big with patches and buttons all over it. He looked familiar. I think he's in my history class. He was. He almost always slept in that class and if he wasn't, he was cracking jokes under his breath in the back of the classroom, where I sat.
He looked busy and obviously wasn't going to try to start a conversation. So I once again headed back to my mom's classroom.
She was still sitting there, typing away. I sat back down in the same seat, and turned back on my music. When can I just go home.
