Post by Nancy Wheeler on Apr 14, 2018 14:03:10 GMT -5
The last ten minutes of the school day seemed to drag by. The whole day had been like that. Every class felt like it lasted ten years. Nancy’s mind had been on just about everything else but her classes. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was so used to there being something else to do, something else to think about, that now it felt strange to just be at school. She felt antsy, bored.
When the bell rang, announcing the end of the day, Nancy couldn’t scramble out of the classroom fast enough. She gathered her books and filed out with everyone else. She walked down the hall with quick, rhythmic steps. She smiled politely at people who greeted her, made just enough conversation not to be rude.
She didn’t know why she was in such a hurry. She just wanted to get out of this boring day and find out if she’d missed anything. Had anything strange happened? Was there anything to look into? There had to be something. There was always something.
Nancy stopped at her locker and carefully entered the combination into the dial of the lock.
Vanessa Harrington
When the bell rang, announcing the end of the day, Nancy couldn’t scramble out of the classroom fast enough. She gathered her books and filed out with everyone else. She walked down the hall with quick, rhythmic steps. She smiled politely at people who greeted her, made just enough conversation not to be rude.
She didn’t know why she was in such a hurry. She just wanted to get out of this boring day and find out if she’d missed anything. Had anything strange happened? Was there anything to look into? There had to be something. There was always something.
Nancy stopped at her locker and carefully entered the combination into the dial of the lock.
Vanessa Harrington
