As I woke up last Thursday, I couldn’t believe that there were only seven weeks of school left. After seven weeks, it would be smooth sailing. The Beach,the lake. Oh yeah. However, I had some big assignments in almost all of my classes so I had to keep my mind focused.
Cole greeted me with a smile as I walked into the cafeteria later that morning.
“Ahh, the fresh smell of a new day,” he sighed as we walked to our lockers. “Did you finish the math?” he asked me.
“Yes, but I had some trouble with the circle measurements,” I replied.
“I found it quite enjoyable,” he said.
We continued on and parted ways at the central stairway. I dropped off my instrument in the band room and continued on to my first period class. Mr. Herrera wasn’t there, just weird old Ms. D.
Ms. D. Had been a sub last year in sixth grade, but, unfortunately, she followed me up to seventh grade. The droopy skin on her arms and her horrible socks with her Choco’s (yes, socks with Choco’s) made me want to vomit. Fortunately, she was hard of hearing and engrossed in a novel, so, instead of working on the classwork, we just played spades the whole 52 minutes.
Later that day, when I was walking to lunch, I noticed that there was no one attending the front desk. I glanced toward the back and saw a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the break room calling for me to come and devour them. I’d won Good Citizen twice; they wouldn’t punish me too badly- anyway, I'd only get one.
Perfect. No more doughnuts. However, there was a box of Skinny Cow popsicles in the freezer. Chocolate-not my favorite, but it would have to do. It did all right.
My first bite was pretty good, along with the second. The third bite had something crunchy in it. I felt dizzy. Really dizzy. As I dropped like a rock to the tile floor, I glimpsed the infamous Choco’s with socks walking my way.
To be continued...
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