I checked the clock, 1:15 it read. My left eye twitched, time was not on my side today. Today was the last day of school, and I think I speak for everyone when I say the last ten minutes was always the most painful. I glanced around the class; everyone was either “secretly” texting, tapping their foot or passing notes.
I check the clock once again, 1:15 groaned inwardly, ‘Maybe if I try to forget about it.’ I think looking outside. Most teachers let their classes go early, but no our teacher decided to cram more useless information into our heads.
I started to daydream about my trip to Texas, as soon as class was over; I was changing out of our dull uniform and speed off to the nearest airport. I smile a little, I was going to meet my friend Jake there, and we’ll meet two more of my friends halfway.
It took forever to convince my dad to let me go, but I finally wore him down with my pleads. After a few years of constantly talking on; chat clients, Skype, and on phones, We were finally going to meet in person. That made my smile turn into a grin, I just couldn’t wait.
My phone buzzed in my uniform pocket, I check to make sure the teacher is still writing on the board. I slide it out of my pocket, a Betty Bother notification popped up, timaeusTestified is bothering you. I click on the notification,
GG: Dirk I’m in the middle of class!
TT: What are talking about?
TT: its 2:15, you get out at two.
GG: Time difference, remember?
TT: Oh yeah
TT: So you ready?
GG: Of course :B
GG: You know what I look like right
TT: In real life
I smile, he wanted to see me . “Ms. Crocker!” My teacher snapped. “Since Shakespeare makes you so happy, why don’t you explain his poem, Oh how I compare thee to a summer’s day?” I blush as kids start to snicker and stare, while others are glad they weren’t caught. Wait, I know this one. I clear my throat, “It was for a young man who he was in love with.”
Her face scrunches up due to the fact that she thought homosexuality was a disgrace, “Next time choose a school appropriate answer Ms. Crocker.” She turns to the black board. I pull my phone back out
TT: Smooth Ms. Crocker
GG: You almost got me in trouble.
TT: Sorry,
TT: I gotta go see you later sexy.
There was no doubt that I was blushing hard at that moment. I checked the clock again. 1:16. I was going to cry. I checked the clock again, 1:20. I put my head down, a little pissed that time is still being an asshole. The class phone rang my teacher glared, “Jane Crocker to the office with your things.”
I head to my locker getting all my stuff for the trip, since I thought I was going to drive myself. As I walked down the halls I started to wonder what was going on, maybe my dad thought he should personally escort me to the airport, or have one of the Crocker servants escort me.
I opened the large magnetic door to the front office, before I could ask what was going on I was tackled by a flurry of blonde, or in my case Lalaonde, “Omg Janey you look soo Pert, you look beuit. You look good!” Her violet eyes gleaming with joy. I held her away at arm’s length to get a good look at her, She was wearing a black leather jacket and a white shirt with a purple mutant cat, a pink skirt with black leggings under it. She had her trademark black lipstick, she was simply perfect.
