Spilled Ink

A Normal Day

"Bye Mom! See ya after school!" Amy yelled before she shut the front door, not bothering to hear the generic "Okay sweetie, bye," from her mother, or the ever so sweet "bye-bye sissy!" from baby Jack. She hadn't the time for that foolishness. Not when finals were right around the corner.

It was the nineteenth of May, and there were only three and a half days left until the school year ended for summer vacation. Amy, like most students, was thrilled for the end of the educational year and ready to take on the summer with vim and vigor. Turn a new leaf. Do something extraordinary.

Amy's friend Cristina surely thought a change in attitude would do her good.

The school was just a few blocks away from her home, meaning Amy would walk everyday to and from the place of absolute mental torture from Monday to Friday.

Amy pulled at the navy blue skirt she wore as part of uniform for the school. She disliked the weird feeling of nothing covering her legs, it made her feel like she wasn't wearing bottoms at all. She rounded the last corner, seeing St. Martin High School in all its glory; the two four story buildings on either side the two story building, the student parking lot, and the construction of another four story building behind the two story building.

The two story building had the main office on the first floor, and the science classrooms on the second floor. No one really knew why it was built like that. The high school was made up of five, almost six, different buildings. Every building had a mix of different subject classrooms. There were art and performing art rooms on the first floor of one of the four story building, and math on the floor above that.

There wasn't that much going on that morning, not many students seemed to show up. Who would? Last Friday of the school year, you shouldn't expect half of the student body to show up for classes. It was like this every year, not many people would show up on that Friday, so most of everyone knew that an absence on that Friday was non void and didn't count against attendance for the whole year.

The court yard was where the students that came to school hung out before the morning bell, before homeroom. It wasn't crowded for once, and that seemed to set Amy at ease. She didn't like most people, seeing as they usually treat her like a ghost and ignore her. For so long, Amy went without a friend through her school years, until one day in the seventh grade, this new girl came in and broke down Amy's walls. Cristina and Amy had been friends ever since.

Thing about Cristina is that she's part of the "in" crowd, always knowing the latest fashions and gossip, always knowing who was dating who, and what was going on in both social media and real life. Amy didn't like that about Cristina, but it did help her through eighth grade and most of freshman year.

Criatina is also pretty sporty, being part of softball and dance line, St. Martin's Speed Demons Dance Line. She always seemed to be the most applied person out of the duo, but Amy had the smarts and the grades to balance out with Cristina.

"Oi Pond!"

Amy turned around and scowled at her dark haired friend. "I'm not Amy Pond, quit with that." Cristina smiled and slung her arm around Amy's shoulders. "I know, but I really like the show and your name's Amy."

The lighter haired teenager rolled her eyes, wrapping her arm around Cristina's middle. "Whatever. We aren't the same," came Amy's snappy reply.

"Wow, what eatin' at you Amy?" Cristina and Amy continued to walk, heading for the stairs to the B building and climbing up two flights of stairs. "We've got finals next week," Amy said. She sighed and looked at her friend through the corners of her eyes.

Cristina laughed, throwing her head back. "You of all people should not be worried about that, and you know it!"

Cristina had a point. Whatever test someone threw at Amy, she would always get one of the highest grades, or she would find a clever way to finish it and give her peers and teacher a good chuckle. Sure, Amy wasn't a super student, but she made acceptable grades that put her and in the running for valedictorian of her year; which was three years away.