Running out of the house, blazer flailing behind and backpack hung over one shoulder while I chew on a single piece of toast, my leg swings over the bike and I get going.
Music dances through the air, swaying side to side. But what kind of music? Then I spot it. I just can’t help it. I swerve to the side.
I walk slow as a giant tortoise, as not to drop my ice cream. Completely relaxed, forgetting all about school, and it’s just a lovely weekend with millions of hours to … What about school?! That’s why I’m always last.
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