You sit in
class, just waiting for the teacher to tell you good weekend. You are not the only one, you see. As you look around
you spot every case of boredom. You see the front row has started doodling in
their notebooks instead of writing notes, you see the smokers by the windows fiddling
with their unlit cigarettes between their fingers, the girls in the back corner
discussing which dresses to wear at tonight’s party, the middle row has opened several
links to various gaming sites on their computer screens, and then you look at
your own computer screen. PSYCHOLOGY is written at the top of the document
reminding you which subject you are actually having at the moment. The rest of
the document is empty. Guess psychology wasn’t what you had expected when you
first signed up for it. You let out a deep sigh as you start chewing on your
pencil. You can now feel how the skipped-over lunch wasn’t a good idea. You
know that you should have eaten, but in
times of economic stress, food is just a thing you can live without you had
said. What a stupid thought. Your level
of energy is fading away, but that is when you are being poked at. That’s right
on your left side your true partner in crime and best friend Emily is sitting. You
look at her, and quite frankly, she looks like she can’t breathe.
“What’s
wrong?” you ask, curious to find out why she is acting like this. You see her
turning her computer screen to you and she is pointing at something. You look a
bit closer and see that it is tour dates. But
for who? You get excited, though you don’t know the answer to this
question. You and Emily do share the same taste in music, so this can only be
good. She scrolls up and you see a picture of no one else than your favorite
band All Time Low. Now it’s your turn to hyperventilate.
“Oh my God”
you whisper.
“I know”
Emily replies. By now you are both smiling like two maniacs. You just want to
scream, but to do that in the middle of class wouldn’t be the best idea. You look
at your watch, and it reads 15:24. That is only one more minute and you can…
“That’s it
for today. Have a nice weekend everyone.” Okay never mind. You start squealing,
and so does Emily. People passing you look at you two like you are crazy, but
they don’t ask. All they can think about is getting this weekend started.
Honestly, you are also looking forward to two days of freedom.
You and Emily agree to meet Saturday to do homework
together, well knowing that this is not the subject you will be discussing AT
ALL! You have so much on your mind at the moment; get money for concert, make
sure your schedule is free is the whole day, find outfit for concert, drool
over Alex and Jack…. Wait what were you
thinking about? Oh that’s right; how the fuck you are gonna make enough
money to pay for the concert. You could ask your dad, but then you would have
to come up with a really good excuse to ditch school already. You knew this was
going to be a problem. A concert on a Friday? Even though school wouldn’t be a
problem the next day, you wouldn’t be able to sit in line to the good seats.
Fastest comes first, so you and Emily would need to be in the front of the line
to even get a slightly good view.
As all this processes through your mind you
don’t hear Emily saying goodbye to you. When she snaps you out of your trance
you feel like you have been awakened from a really good dream, but you just can’t
remember how it went.
“Thinking
about mr. Gaskarth and mr. Barakat again, honey?” Emily asks you jokingly.
“My two
husbands” you say with a smile.
“Wannabe
husbands might I add.”
You look at
her like she had just spoken the words of the devil. “You are no better missy.
You daydream about Zack all the time, and you know it!” you said pointing you
finger at your best friend.
“That I can’t
deny” she says with a shrug. “Bye honey. See you tomorrow”
As you hug and
say your goodbye, your train of thoughts takes you back to where you were just
a little while ago, and before you know it, you are home.
Before you
enter you stare at the door for a while. You know that both of your parents are
home at this point, so you try to decide whether you should tell them about the
concert now or later.
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