Patterns

1. Skipping

-Eiza-

"Essays on Hamlet are due Friday" Mrs. Woods announces, pulling me out of my thoughts "Every day late after the original due date is twenty points off!"

I look down at my notebook and tear out the top page which I absent mindedly filled with doodles and coding equations. This is really boring...

Hamlet essays and studying the million different types of smiles(they all look the same to me) is not how I imagined this theater class going. To be honest, I have no interest in theater or opera or acting or any other type of profession that puts you on the spot. The only reason I chose this class is because captain said it would help me improve my acting for undercover missions.

I look at the clock on the wall above the door. One o'clock and I still have another hour of this torture. I quickly try to summon my inner adult to chastise me and tell me that the mature thing to do is stay in class. But I look out the window and I see the beautiful day outside and all of the matureness leaves my body.

"Fuck it" I whisper to myself and putting my books away I quietly walk to the door and toss the crumpled paper in my fist to the trash, then walk out.

Digging for my keys on the way to my car I hear a familiar voice in my direction. "leaving class early? We got a rebel on our hands folks!" I turn around and smirk at Layah. Rolling my eyes I say "you're one to talk!" I laugh "what are you doing here?"

"I saw you walking out through the window in my classroom" she says "and since I was ready to put a bullet in my head the next time I heard the word existentialism I de-"
"Do you even know what that is?" I interrupt laughing.

"NO. But that's no the point" she runs her hand through her black hair. "the point is that I am such a good friend that I am willing to sacrifice my learning to come with you" she says pointing to her imaginary halo.

"thanks... How will I ever repay you?" I say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes.

"Get in hottie" I call over my shoulder as I open the door to the black jeep. She gets in and throws her bag to the back seat and I do the same.

"where to?" she says. I shrug my shoulders. It's pretty hot. "Snow Cones?" I ask. She nods her head yes as she writes a text. "step on it!"
I put on my sunglasses and we're off...