Field Trip

I look up at the clock from my storybook I was creating for my Extended English class.
Eight forty-one.
It is time.
For the S.I.G.N.E.T. field trip to the Museum and the environs of Rans.
I am a huge history buff, so naturally I am excited.
I scoff and tell Cannel that he was wrong, as he said we would have to go the the Lecture Hall at eight-thirty.
He WAS wrong.
I am not the one who cares though.
Dan cares more that he was right about the tine we were allowed to leave the classroom.
I tell him Dan wanted to smack him
because he was wrong, which wasn't true.

I was just idling around because I did not want to start another page of my book if I could not finish it.
If I could start something, I could probably finish it.
Cannel prattles to his 'bros' that I ALWAYS tried to prove him wrong.
Which was not true.
At.
All.
I barely talk to the midget.
He is always rude and snide.
One of my friends, Lae, is his 'bestie' in her words.
I had no idea how she could stand around someone that negative for so, so, so, long!
His attitude gave him two extra feet of height.
I scoff once more and walk back to my seat.
Eric, my loving boyfriend of almost two years, hears the conversation and laughs.
I make a face at him and look at the classroom door .

I see through the door window some people I knew from my S.I.G.N.E.T. class going to their lockers and grabbing purses, knapsacks, jawstring bags, ect.
The substitute seems confused on when the S.I.G. kids were going to go to their field trip, and I keep telling her I see my S.I.G. peers outside.
She says "Okay, then go out," and let us go.

Over half of my English class is S.I.G., so there was South of six-maybe seven- people still on the classroom.
I remove my self from the classroom and run to my locker.
Eric walks with me to my locker.
He leans against the lockers that were left of mine, folding his arms and crossing his legs.
He is only a one and a half inches shorter than me, and I am five feet and ten inches.
His hair gives him extra height; it stands slightly raised because of the sides of his head having the hair in a buzz cut.

He says "I didn't bring my stuff in class, so I will just stand here and stare at the adorable picture of your dog."
I smile and nod.
He ran his hands through his blonde hair and checks his pockets for his phone.
He never gels his hair, so it falls onto the right side of his head again.
Twist, zero, twist, zero, twist, and zero again.
Twist.
Thirty-two.
Twist.
Twenty-two.
Twist.
Sixteen.
I push the trigger up and my locker opens.

I put my book, pencil pouch, planner, and folder in my locker.
Eric tells me that he brought a 'man purse'.
I search his bright blue eyes with confusion, only to see them sparkle with mischief.
I roll my own eyes and he guffaws loudly, only to be shushed because people were retaking exams.
No.
He didn't bring a 'murse'.
I grab my purse and my jacket.
I wrap my jacket around my waist and tied it securely.
I pull my crossbody purse over my head and slam my locker shut with my left hand.

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I find my group in the Lecture Hall after looking for the familiar face of, (of course) Desi, because I was told she was in my group from one of my other best friends, Carl.
We are in a group with Omi, Clark, Kami, and Haily.
Desi and I dance some awkward dancing as we wait for Omi's mother.
We text each other, even though we are right next to one another.
'Hii,' she sends me.
'Ssup yo,' I text back.
She laughs, pulls open the app 'Color Change' and utterly fails at playing the addicting game.
Desi has an Android phone with a blue squishy case that feels weird to the touch, so I squirm a little when I hold it.
I had brought my portable phone charger and my phone is a Nexus 5; so I use an Android charger.
I tell Desi that if her phone died, she could use my charger.
She mumbles 'Cool,' and that is the end of that.

I get up from the impending boredom and make a triangle with my hands.
I collapse it and built it again while I jump up and down in the air.
I repeat that and leap in twisting circles.
Desi starts laughing at me because of my awkward dancing and me being unafraid to be wild.
We take some "beautiful" selfies with me attempting double chins.
I put my earbuds in and play Green Day's album 'Nimrod' on my Spotify and walk towards a wooden table.