Lockers slammed. Books dropped. Kids laughed. Angelina got the heck out of there. There was nothing she liked more than leaving her small high school on Friday afternoons. “There’s no way I’m staying here a second longer than I have to,â€? she thought as she grabbed her Geometry and Biology books from the messy floor of her locker and threw them haphazardly into her bag.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like school. Sure it had its downfalls like crazy teachers and loads of homework but overall she liked school. It was a place to be serious; to get work done. Angelina needed structure in her life and high school was the right place to get it.
But Friday meant freedom. It meant a tofu party with Monique, her vegan friend, and a family breakfast on Saturday morning. It meant church on Sunday and relaxation before school began again on Monday. There was no way she was wasting an ounce of any weekend lingering in the hallways at school.
Angelina strode out the door and into the crisp autumn air.