Zayla
I enjoyed the breeze and the sun on my skin as I walked to school. I wish I didn’t have to go to school that my senior year was over, so I wouldn’t have to deal any longer with Mariah and Holli’s crap.
I walked slower, taking my time. My first period was a free period that I spent in the front office, filling and helping students, everything that the secretary couldn’t do, or needed help with, the school wouldn’t hire her, or an assistant, so I did it instead.
I like Mrs. Parker. She was very kind; She was in her fifties. She was short, had long, light brown hair nicely kept up in a bun, had no hair out of place, and had a stocky build. She looked like a librarian. I have been helping her since 9th grade. I chuckled at the time we spent together. Her stories I cherish. She had tw
