Duston

I sat there in my chair kicking the peg that supported the desk in front of me as I glanced up at the clock. Twelve minutes—crap. I sat there bored out of my mind for about ten minutes before I put my stuff in my bag and stared at the clock for the remainder of the time. "Five… Four… Three… Two…-"The bell sounded. I hopped out of my chair and darted out the door making a left and up the stairs into the hallway. There, I walked around looking for someone I was to meet. I passed the many girls pressed up against the blue and bright yellow lockers being hounded on by their boyfriends—I was one of them. I was then pushed up against one of them by