Day Three - Friday
Euphoria. That is the only way to explain the final bell on the last day of school. As a catholic school we must pray everyday before leaving. Something previously left out.
Before it even started we were in the halls ready to run and the intercom comes on. Teachers are rushing to get us to shut up and listen.
Once the prayer finally begins from a few feet over I just hear one kid, a friend named Connor yell, “******** THIS s**t!”
The students made a break for it completely ignoring the teachers throwing papers in the air, ripping school books in half. One even went as far as too light a box math book on fire and sit it in the math office.
With all the chaos going around I slowly made my way down another one of the familiar halls.
“Hey.” I said with a smirk stopping at one locker.
She stopped piling books in her bag for a moment and looked at me.
“What did you think of the exam?” she asked with a small smile.
“It was theology how easy is that?” I said with a laugh.
“Yeah seriously.” she replied, zipping up er bag and standing up.
“You wanna walk with me to find out how I did in math?” she asked me, I am pretty sure she knew the answer beforehand.
I agreed to go and followed her down another hall.
Upon walking into the math office I saw my teacher with a fire extinguisher trying to put the bin of textbooks out. She walked over to her teacher’s desk and I walked over to him.
“Need some help Mr. Dudek?” I asked him gingerly.
“No, I think my twelve years in get- drunk-volunteer-fire-department-training is about to kick in.” He said with a small laugh putting the fire out. (best teacher ever)
“Alrighty then.” I said smirking as I watched putting the flames out.
Suddenly a small shriek burst out from the other side of the office, and we both looked. She ran over to me jumping up and down.
“Guess what? Guess what?” she said super excited.
“You didn’t do as well as you wanted?” I asked with a small chuckle.
“I did great! 91 in the class!” she shouted jumping up and down giving me a quick hug before turning to Mr. Dudek, “So how did he do?”
I don’t know who laughed first, but between he and I we were louder then she had been.
“What?” she asked her smile faltering.
“Nothing.” We both said.
“He got an 86 in the class.” My teacher told her.
“Nice one.” She said hitting my shoulder with her mall fist.
“Heh, yeah.” I said as we turned to leave, “Later Dudek… Mr. Dudek.”
Once back in the hall I looked around and said, “Want to find the others and go get lunch somewhere?”
“Sounds great!” she said as we set out for our final walk down the school hall for the year.