The hairs on the back of my neck stood up strait and I hit the deck. I don't know how I can sence it- but when something is close to hitting me I know. I heard a flag hit the ground in front of me and I knew it was clear. I stood up and my friend Mariah came dashing twards me to help me up but I gently denied her help.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to throw it! It just slipped out of my hands! Arg, I'm just so clumsy- I couldve taken your hea-" I knew Mariah whould just keep going on and on like this until I asured her it was fine so I took the libirty to inturrupt her.
"It happens to everyone." I said simply picking up her flag and handing it to her.
"It's never happened to you before! Your like the winter gaurd Chuck Norris!' I smilled slightly at this comment. Mariah was Dramatising as usual. I picked up my flag and rolled the silk around the long metal pole and set it against the wall. It was 5:30 p.m- gaurd was over. I grabed my backpack, swung it over my shoulder and pulled my aviator glasses off the elastic strapps in the front. My Chrome Sunglasses were my most prized posession and wore them just about everywhere. I put them up and stepped out of the High School gym. I spotted my brother's white four runner and heard music coming from it.
Why. Oh why.
My brother, Callen, must be the only person in the world who still likes Rick Astley. I heard snickers as I opened the passenger door and "Never Gonna Give You Up" flodded out of the car. Thanks for ruining my social status Callen, not like I was concerened about it anyways.
"Callen, please, change it." I begged after I closed the door. My brother hit the next button and instead of "Never Gonna Give You Up" the sterio played "Hold Me In Your Arms".
"How about somethin thats not Rick Astley?" I suggested but Callen just gave me this confused look. I gave up and pulled out my ipod . I put my earbuds in and drowned out the world with Twenty One Pilots. For some reason, probably to annoy me, Callen turned up the sound and the annoying 80's music leaked into my ears. I was just about ready to strangle him when we arrived at home. I was out of that prison before it had come to a complete stop.
I slammed open the resistant front door and sprinted up the stairs. I hung my backpack on the hook beside the door and plugged my Ipod into the stereo on my bookshelf. I went back to my backpack, unzipped it and pulled my chrome book out. I opened the laptop, set it on the desk, and turned it on. I sat down, pulled up google docs. I had tried useing word on here but it was compleatly inaffective so I just got used to google docs. I had to get a six paragraph essay done tonight.
I dropped the printed essay on my desk and dropped on my bed. I pulled of my glasses and set them on my bedstand. It was Friday- the holy grail of the week. I sleep till ten, play video games till twelve and then see if any friends wanted to hang out. However, right now, all I wanted to do was sleep, and I'm a doer.
