When Summer Arrives (On Hold)

The School Bell Rings

            The bell rang. I was late again. I spent the first half hour in the office getting lectured by the principle.  She was old and frail looking, had a thin white bun on top her head. She wore an outfit that looked like a brown version of our current uniform.  She went on and on about the responsibilities I had as a student and about how I had afterschool detention for the next week.  She shoved me out of the office and I was off to third period English.

Walking in the class room I interrupted the teacher making announcements, after a quick death glare she let me sit down.  I sat at the desk near the windows, that way I could just doze off and day dream to past the time.  Miss Schounder, the teacher, continued with her announcements.  She mentioned some stuff about the upcoming spring break, new transfer students, and final testing. 

The class was in an uproar about the transfer student, there was not much to talk about at this school and the students latched on to whatever they could get.  All sorts of questions appeared throughout the day, where they came from, who it was, and most of all were they good looking.  I hadn’t really cared for that drama and gossip stuff everybody else was into, mainly because I wasn’t acquainted with any particular person.  Frankly I didn’t want to be either, the gabber about the transfer student continued throughout the day.

The school day rolled on being sure to drag its feet when final period came along.  It was P.E. when all the boys show off their imagined muscles and the girls sit around giggling with hopes of catching a guy.  I never liked P.E., I mean the thought is great, but I had enough dodge ball for a life time.  I was that kid last to get picked, always got hit in the head, and always got laughed at.  Every day I would come to class and every day I would hope that dodge ball was not on the agenda and like every day would be disappointed. 

When all the students got to the gym we sat there mingling; waiting for the coach to appear.  He entered holding a ball in his right hand over his head.  His bulging muscles and broad jaw made him look like an Arnold Schwarzenegger want to-be, the sunglasses didn’t help.

“Alright, listen up!  Get in line, we’re playing dodge ball!"

Exactly.

I had skipped the last fifteen minutes of P.E., frankly I didn’t need to get hit by another ball.  I went into the locker rooms and quickly changed back into my uniform.  I liked these last few minutes of every school day when it was silent enough to think for once, however, not so silent that the room feels cold and lonely like at the house.  Not my apartment that place was fine, roomy and had a strange home feeling. My old house where I lived before the apartment back when I lived with my grandmother that place had this cold feeling.  The subject was touchy and I really didn’t think on it much.

The school was three blocks from the complex so like this morning I simply walked back, sneaking out the back doors of the school building, walking its perimeter, and down the road towards home. Again I liked walking to and from school every day, gave me time to think, which a lot of people need to do more often. 

The walk was relaxing and the scenery had turned from the dull look of winter to vibrant colors of spring over the weekend.  The sky was a bright blue, the trees receiving their leaves back from the cold days, and some lilies were starting to bloom in the gardens in front of the complex.  Everything was quiet, well it would have been.

Uggh school can be such a drag... Well at least I assume so, I don't know. You see I was homeschooled for most of my life so everything about school in this story is complete and utter BULL. So if y'all had some great advice on how private schools work that'd be great.  So as usual a comment would be great, a vote would be amazing (although I have no idea what they're for), but mostly enjoy yourself.