the last day of school is usually a bad thing, fights break out, people decide to throw parties in the auditorium. things get stolen, some people get frisky and children are often relaxed, because they dont have home work to do until the week school reopens. But, for me, the last day of school means I could graffiti the walls and no one could tell me stop. that was, until last summer when "HE" started an uprising in my classroom that could keep almost all the students from going home and sitting in detention for nothing. though I never thought things be so complicated after getting to know him

when two childhood friendenimes, make a bet, that would be as harmless as a fly. Everything takes a turn for the worst when they have grown older and had forgotten about their child hood bet. Now it's a struggle towards time for both of them because they dont want to fulfill the wishes of the winner.