Teenalone Stories

Pulling into the school parking lot I look for a open spot, I found one on my left but then a black small car rushes into it honking the horn non stop. I shrug it off then look for another spot. A few minutes later I finally found one, across the street. I turned everything off then grab my bag. Looking out my window I look at the school, it was built in 1957 and haven't been restored at all. Most people didn't appreciate it as much as I. Walking across the street back pack in hand. I saw who took my spot. Nick. He was a nice guy so I don't understand why he did that. I continue to the school, getting in the doors I notice that it's close to class start.