Last Day of School
I awoke to the droning thumps of the afternoon bell. Groggily, I raised my head from a smelly puddle of drool that had pooled on my desk. Rubbing my eyes with the collar of my shirt, I pushed my chair back with the backs of my knees and stood. I had no books to carry. Walking through the doorway and into the hall, I converged with the flood of underclassmen darting around, the football team whooping, and cheerleaders yelling at their parents through their cell phones. The whole school of over three thousand walking into the forum, I heard talk of parties, beer, weed, McDonalds, and summer trips. My eyes cast low, I followed the flux of raging hormones toward the final destination. The glowing monolith of the front doors, it almost seemed unreal that I was about to pass through them for the last time. As I approached, the light grew brighter and brighter until my vision nearly whited out... and I found myself bathed in golden sunlight. The wind tugged my hood off, and I felt the autumn sun warm the top of my head. School's Out.

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