She looked at the clock and shouted, “Allons-y!” We grabbed our stuff and flew out the door. Sprinting around the corner, we made it just in time to the bus stop. The bus had just opened its doors and a line of kids slowly made their way onto the bus. Lamai and I stepped on and walked down the aisle. Mila sat in our usual spot and was wearing clothes that revealed her tattoo too.
“Hey,” Mila said as we sat down, “Lamai, why were you at this stop?”
“My mom got mad at me for being out too late so I crashed at Sheelin’s,” Lamai replied. Mila smiled, closed her eyes, and listened to the people talking around us. Lamai played with the hem of her shirt and I stared off into space. We were silent for the rest of the ride to school. I started dozing off when the bus pulled up to school.
“Sheelin,” Mila called, “Sheelin,”
“Oh my god, get up!” Lamai said impatiently. She pushed me out of the seat and I stumbled down the aisle. I turned around and flipped her off.
“Move faster next time,” she smiled. I rolled my eyes and walked off the bus.
First period. If I only had one word to describe it, it would probably be ‘sucks’ because, well, first period sucks. I hate Julius Caesar, taking notes, and school in general. Yeah part of being in L4L is being smart. News flash; I’m not. I’m barely scraping by with a 3.3 GPA and I need a 3.7 or better.
The bell rang as we entered the classroom. We took our usual seats in the front and prepared for 50 minutes of torture.
“Nice of you to join us, girls,” the teacher said. She was a typical old teacher; frizzy hair, poor taste in clothes, permanent frown lines etched in her face, and grumpy.
“We weren’t late,” Mila said sweetly. The teacher just grunted and began to drone on about who the real hero was in the story. Was it Caesar because he united everyone and did a bunch of crap? Or was it Brutus who basically freed the people by killing Caesar. I honestly don’t care. Caesar is dead. I sketched a new design for Lamai to sew instead of taking notes, knowing I’d regret it later. I had just finished up the design when the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.
“Jeez, rush much?” Mila said.
“I’m sorry, but Ms. Strampton’s lectures about who’s right and who’s wrong are so boring,” I said. We headed up to the third floor for math. Another class I hated, but was more bearable then English. We sat in the back of the room closest to the teacher’s desk. The teacher rarely gave us the homework in class because he hated it when we worked while he talked, but if he sat at the back of the room, then we could steal the homework and pretend that we were correcting our homework.
“Hey,” Mila said as we sat down, “Lamai, why were you at this stop?”
“My mom got mad at me for being out too late so I crashed at Sheelin’s,” Lamai replied. Mila smiled, closed her eyes, and listened to the people talking around us. Lamai played with the hem of her shirt and I stared off into space. We were silent for the rest of the ride to school. I started dozing off when the bus pulled up to school.
“Sheelin,” Mila called, “Sheelin,”
“Oh my god, get up!” Lamai said impatiently. She pushed me out of the seat and I stumbled down the aisle. I turned around and flipped her off.
“Move faster next time,” she smiled. I rolled my eyes and walked off the bus.
First period. If I only had one word to describe it, it would probably be ‘sucks’ because, well, first period sucks. I hate Julius Caesar, taking notes, and school in general. Yeah part of being in L4L is being smart. News flash; I’m not. I’m barely scraping by with a 3.3 GPA and I need a 3.7 or better.
The bell rang as we entered the classroom. We took our usual seats in the front and prepared for 50 minutes of torture.
“Nice of you to join us, girls,” the teacher said. She was a typical old teacher; frizzy hair, poor taste in clothes, permanent frown lines etched in her face, and grumpy.
“We weren’t late,” Mila said sweetly. The teacher just grunted and began to drone on about who the real hero was in the story. Was it Caesar because he united everyone and did a bunch of crap? Or was it Brutus who basically freed the people by killing Caesar. I honestly don’t care. Caesar is dead. I sketched a new design for Lamai to sew instead of taking notes, knowing I’d regret it later. I had just finished up the design when the bell rang. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.
“Jeez, rush much?” Mila said.
“I’m sorry, but Ms. Strampton’s lectures about who’s right and who’s wrong are so boring,” I said. We headed up to the third floor for math. Another class I hated, but was more bearable then English. We sat in the back of the room closest to the teacher’s desk. The teacher rarely gave us the homework in class because he hated it when we worked while he talked, but if he sat at the back of the room, then we could steal the homework and pretend that we were correcting our homework.
