With a yawn, I hang my backpack on my shoulders, as I walk out of my classroom, slowly waiting for the people in front of me to move forward so I can leave.
—So you're going to pick up your books from your locker? —asks Anne, who is standing next to me as we walk out of the classroom.
Nodding, I answer: —Yes, I forgot to pick them up before lunch.
We had a big history homework assignment, and although I had repeated to myself that before lunch I had to go pick up my history book from my locker, by detraction I ended up forgetting it in the end, so now I had to go pick it up before going home.
—Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then —Anne says smiling at me—, I'll go ahead and go to the school committee board meeting.
—Okay, good luck.
Maybe it was my imagination, which was more likely, but
