I tap my pencil on my thigh. Counting down the minutes until Social Studies ends and I can finally leave. My mom says high school is an amazing experience. Getting a “bae” as people say it and going to and having house parties. Well it’s not that amazing for some people. I don’t have a girlfriend and I’ve never been to a party. Not unless you count the ones with a piñata and a goody bag. Let’s face it. I’ll never be “one of them”.
“Isaiah!” Mrs. Hobson yelled. Mrs. Hobson always puts me on the spot. I don’t blame her though. I daydream all throughout class.
“Yes?” I said still tapping my pencil on my thigh.
“Pay atten-“, she got cut off by the bell.
She sighed and repeated the homework and the daily stampede occurred in the hallways. I make my usual twist and turns and finally get to my locker. I put my stuff in my backpack, take it out of my locker and close the door. You and I by John Legend is blasting in my ears now. My earbuds hang from my ears and my phone hangs in my jacket pocket. I walk down to the orchestra room, grab my cello and walk towards the door to get out of this prison.
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Jake
Short StoryIsaiah is completely clueless at one of the most life changing stages in growing up- being a teenager. He has a HUGE crush on one of the most popular girls in school. Aubrey Davis. He has known her since 1st grade and has never liked anyone else but...
