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Senioritis (#7)

I sit at my desk, tapping my pencil to match my heart rate. tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap. Looking at the clock, I see it’s 1:30. An hour and a half to freedom. I try to console myself with thoughts of summer, less than a week away. Instead of making me feel better, it makes the rays of sunlight streaming between the blinds seem even less attainable, as of I will be trapped in this dungeon of a classroom for the rest of my life. I close my eyes, but only for a minute.

When I open them again, the teacher is still droning on and on and on about antidifferentiation. I don’t know how to pronounce it, let alone do it. I look at the clock for the 2000th time today. 2:49. I sink lower into my chair, as if I could melt through the floor and end up on the beach. I can almost feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I close my eyes for another second, savoring the imaginary sun.

BRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGG! I almost jump out of my skin as he bell wakes me, and I’m out the door before it’s done. It’s only for a few more days.

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