My father's ugly tan truck pulled to a stop, across the street from my junior high. " bye dad" I said with a slight annoyance to my voice. " bye.."
My breath made puffs of hot air in the cold morning. I used to think I was part dragon, breathing smoke and all. But now it's just hot air. I crossed the quiet street, it only being 7:10 when most kids were still resting away, snug as a bug. But I hitched a ride with my dad on his way to work. This was now my daily way to get to school. I walked around, finding a vacant bench. We'll, everything was vacant, really. As 45 minutes passed, students trickled in until I was surrounded by a sea of talkative preteens. I walked over to my math classroom, where I sat, a loner, in silence as I waited for Jessica to meet me.
