Running Late

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Once again I find myself waiting in my 99' Chevy Silverado outside of my best friend Brittany's house before school, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that she is going to make me late again. Not that it's a big deal for her since she has Library Aide first thing in the morning and those sweet old ladies could never get mad at Brit, but me, I have Hogue...the worst teacher in the entire school as my first teacher of the day. Yet, here I sit, just the same as every day for the last two months, knowing what will happen, and not being able to bring myself to care.  The loud bang of a screen door slamming jolts my attention towards Brittany's house and I see my best friend bounding happily down her driveway from the back house that she lives in with her mom and brother. A smile creeps onto my face as Brit bounces towards my truck simultaneously spilling the iced coffee in her hand while slinging her backpack over one shoulder grinning infectiously at me.  "Morning Naya!" Brit shouts jumping in the passenger seat and I immediately hand her a napkin. "Thanks" "You're gonna get me kicked out" "Naw, you'll be fine, Hogue doesn't have that power. He only thinks he's the s**t. Plus, I brought you iced coffee!" I laugh and shake my head grabbing the cup from her hands while I pull my truck away from the driveway. Taking a sip of the sweet liquid I moan, making Brit laugh knowing that all is forgiven.  "You're so easy" Brittany says laughing as she flips through my CD case, quickly finding what she is looking for and popping in a Bright Eyes album. She quickly changed it to Track 4 and begins singing along to her favorite song, “Lua”. I consider arguing against being accused of being easy but…well she’s not entirely wrong, I am rather easily pleased, but mostly I can’t bring myself to respond because I find myself getting lost in her voice. The ten-minute drive to school goes far too quickly and before I know it I'm pulling into the student lot. I find a spot near the back of the parking lot because no one at this school seems to know how to drive so it is far less risky parking this monster of a truck in the back. I down the rest of the iced coffee before grudgingly opening my door. I grab my backpack from the bed and turn to face Brittany with a morose look. Brittany laughs and throws her arm around my shoulder as we walked into our high school.  "You'll be fine." "Brit, I have been looking forward to taking this Creative Writing elective since Freshman year! Then stupid Hogue has to decide he's bored teaching AP English and wants to try branching out THE YEAR I get to take this class! He has no clue what he's doing! We've been studying the concept and structure behind creative writing like a damn science experiment for months, instead of actually doing any creative writing ourselves! You know I suggested we write a short story or a poem yesterday in class and he looked at me like that was the most foreign idea anyone has ever had, like it never occurred to him that maybe we were capable of writing ourselves! Plus...he's an asshole!" I rant as we make out way to the opposite side of the school from the student parking lot where the library and my classroom happen to be. There is not a soul in site, a bad sign for exactly how late we are today.  "I know girl, I'm sorry that sucks" Brit says sympathetically.  "I guarantee you he's not going to teach this subject ever again. Of course I'm the one with the bad luck." We get to the end of the hallway directly in front of the Library entrance and stop.  "You're an amazing writer, and if Hogue can't see that, then he's a dumbass. See you at break!" Brit says before skipping into the library entrance. I groan loudly, sling my backpack higher upon my shoulder and head down the hallway away from the library towards my classroom. I try to slip in as quietly as possible, hoping Hogue won't notice my late entry. I manage to get halfway to my desk, my spirits lifting in anticipation of getting away with it because Hogue's back is turned as he talks to the class while writing on the whiteboard.  "Nice of you to show up Miss Burgos. Please don't bother sitting down, the dean is waiting for you." Hogue states without missing a beat. I stop in my tracks, sigh, turn around and walk right back out of the classroom. 

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