As I prepared to head back to school, I couldn't shake the thought from my mind. "I fucking hate school. Should I drop out... Maybe?" With that I left my place and began the disheartened walk toward school.
I glanced down at my wristwatch and my heart skipped a beat as I realized I was running late. "Oh, shit!" I quietly muttered under my breath, as I broke into a frantic sprint.
Arriving at the school, I swung the door open and was greeted by a sea of students gathered around, sky-high applauding. I was heavily gasping, feeling sweat bead on my forehead after my sprint. Confused as to why they were all clapping, I joined in, clapping to fuck knows who.
The students whistled and cheered, with girls screaming my name. That's when it dawned on me that all of this commotion was in my honor. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I discreetly clicked my tongue.
