Monday

It was just a usual boring depressing Monday at school and the bell was about to ring. I started to load up my ten-pound book bag again for the third time today. I was dreading to go to fourth period; it was my worst class of the day. I mean who wants to sit in a health class for 90 minutes learning about diseases and stuff? Like really, no one! Interrupted by the bell, my thoughts in my head were ended and I was being pushed by students hurrying to get to there classes located on third floor of the senior building. I slowly took my time walking down the staircase and across campus to get to my class. I stopped every friend I knew and said hey just to stall time. While looking around I see freshmen everywhere rushing to get to their classes because they are scared to be late. I wish I had as much enthusiasm as them, and maybe id be in class already, but I didn’t, so I wasn’t. I made one last stop before entering the worst class of all, I went into the restroom that I really didn’t have to use. I just went to the mirror and checked myself out, while staring at myself in the mirror the only thing I could ask myself was “did I really look like this all day?” I left the restroom in disgust of what I looked like. As soon as I walked in the classroom I was greeted with Mrs. Smiths evil smiling face and a “Here is your pop quiz. No cheating!” I yanked the paper out of her hand and grunted. “I didn’t see that coming.”