"This class is mundane," I mutter as my teacher lectures about the same revolutionary war that we've learned for the past six years.
"What's mundane?" a scatter brained basket case asks me.
I reply with a sigh as I continue to copy the redundant words from the board. I've never been much of a fan of our education system, or people in general. I dress in dark colors to be unique, not in order to gain attention. I enjoy being different, and I don't care if I'm judged for it.
The school bell rang three times, and me, along with the rest of the student body, scampered in the the hall like the trained animals we are. As I reached my maroon colored locker (another thing I despise, our school colors: maroon and yellow) I saw my good friend Chase waiting for me. I was nearly blinded by his neon colored shirt and over all great fashion while I dialed in my combination.
"Hey beautiful, how was history class?" he asks, throwing in a friendly wink.
"Oh, you know, spectacular," I jest while rolling my eyes. "How's the prowl for your new honey going?"
"Having a crush on a straight guy is a true struggle," Chase says, while jokingly staring off into the distance.
"You never know!" I reply, making sure to wink.
"Oh shut up, I gotta get to class," he says as he starts down the hall.
"See you at lunch! Remember, just one more week until school is out!" I call out before heading to my class.