How to Over Describe Random Sentences

Over describing the last day of school

A gentle summer breeze wafts through the school. I stroll through the school grounds, alone.

There is a strong feeling of calm and ease in the air. Zero tension. The kind faces of teachers pass by me as I thank them for an amazing year. I approach the doors, which leads down a long corridor.

Graduation could never arrive sooner, as I've been dying for a break forever. The doors quietly creak open as I step into the cooled hallway.

Memories of this year flood my mind, the nostalgia feeling strong.

I open the door to a large hall, filled with chairs and other students quietly chatting away. I go and take my assigned seat beside my friend who has been waiting.

We began talking for a while, before the prize giving starts, but all I could think about is the holidays, and what I could do. I could sleep in, I could spend time with friends more, I could finally finish that book I was writing (ha, not really).

And just like that, graduation was over.

I stepped outside, squinting as the sun brightly shone in my eyes. Certificates under my arm, and yearbook in my bag, I walked out of the auditorium and into the significantly cooler air.

I reach the gates, pausing before them. Once I step through these doors, I am free from the cruel place that is school. No more exams, no more work, no more math.

I slowly step forward, past the gates, and into the open world that I can go explore until school pulls me back again for another agonising year.

I halt, once out of the gates.
"Wait..." I said to myself. "What the hell am I going to do?!"

A familiar car pulls up beside me, that familiar car which belongs to my mother.
"You will be helping me clean things at my business. Work starts right now." She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the car.

"But-"
"No buts. It may be the end of school but I need help at work."
"But it smells there."
"Too bad."

"Well." I began, thinking of a way I could get out of this. "I have awards, do I at least get a break before I begin working?"
She ponders over it for a second before said. "Five minutes. Now we have to beat the traffic if we are to get there on time, we have a plethora of work ahead of us. It may take the entire holidays."

I claw at the windows.
"I want to go back to school!...." I sobbed.

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Eh. It's it's improved. And just saying, i like the word plethora. It's cool.

But yeah, this totally isn't an exact representation of what I feel. As I'm writing this, I'm in Spanish class, so I'm not out yet. I have one class left before I leave for good!

Oh man...I can't wait to leave and then instantly begin working (sarcasm)...AND JUST TO LET Y'ALL KNOW MY SISTER IS ONE YEAR ABOVE ME AND GOT TODAY OFF AND DOESNT HAVE TO WORK BECAUSE OF HER BROKEN ARM!

I. Am. Peeved.