I was just in the perfect mood for an extensive, busy Monday. I lost count of the number of times I had to walk the hall to and fro. I could barely do anything other than think while walking.
It was a middle-high school, but in John hay middle school you're expected to bring your 99%. Which was what I did every time I had school works or was in class.
I slammed my locker shut just then the lunch bell came blaring. It took me all not to slump with a very low sigh of relief.
I rested my back on my locker while drawing a deep breath, and slowly exhaling. Unlike some kids with my kind of IQ, I love eating I was not going to miss it for anything in the world.
I allowed my tired legs to lead me astray to the lunchroom, while I banished all smart thoughts. I just wanted to eat till I was full
