My foot tapped rapidly as I watched the clocks hand tick. 10 more seconds and my first day of school would be over, meaning I could go home and sleep.
5 more seconds...
When the bell finally rang, I quickly jumped up from my seat and rushed out the door, before I could be caught in the maddening crowd.
Memorising the route to my locker, I turned a few corners, finding a happy looking Mackenzie leaning against it.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. Mackenzie always knew how to brighten everything. I could be laying on my death bed and she would still make me laugh.
"Should I call the police? The way your grinning is starting to make me think that you've abducted Paris Hilton to baby sit your chihuahua"
"That's not a bad idea actually" She was now lost in thought, probably thinking of ways to kidnap the dumb blonde bimbo.
"Seriously, why are you grinning at me like that?"
"Because today is Monday"
"Yes Mackenzie, today is Monday, also known as Satan's birthday"
"Then why aren't we celebrating?" She questioned, making me wonder if she was actually being serious or not.
Deciding best not to question it, "Whats so important about Monday?"
"Well this Monday, is the first game of the season"
Come again.
"What game?"
"The soccer game!" She said excitedly. "We're going tonight, to support the school."
"Is that an order, or do I actually have a say in this" I laughed back, I really didn't want to go, because that would mean I would have to give up my nap time to cheer on a team I didn't even know about until five minutes ago.
Me and my bed also have a steady relationship which has been going on for 17 years now, I can't just cancel on my bed like that. That's basically cheating.
"You have to come! Everyone's talking about tonight...it also gives us a chance to stare at all the boys" She clasped her hands together and let out a soft giggle.
"Couldn't think of a better way to spend my Monday evening. I'm not coming, sorry Mackenzie" rolling my eyes, I opened my locker, grabbing my bag.
As soon as I finished taking all my things from my locker it was suddenly slammed shut, creating a loud thud.
"Your coming Skye! I'll even pick you up"
"I'd rather stab myself in the gallbladder with an oyster fork" I commented, rolling my eyes again and letting out a deep sigh.
"Be ready for 6" she waved off, before waking away.
"Great" I muttered to myself.
Spinning on my heels, I suddenly crash into a body which makes a loud cry, in unison with me.
I really have to stop doing this.
Looking up, I meet the sad looking eyes which I had met previously today. I was stating at Dylan.
"Sorry" I breathed, before passing by his shoulder and continuing to walk on.
"Wait!" I heard him call out to me from behind. Stopping, I turn my body around, finding myself close to Dylan again.
"What?" I question, not really caring about what he has to say. I just wanted to go home and get the whole soccer game over and done with.
"I came to say thank you"
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