On Monday, I woke up at five in the morning. After attempting and failing to go back to sleep, I settled for going jogging instead. I had been working out all weekend, but the run seemed like a good idea.
It cleared my mind and the morning air cooled me off. I got to drink coffee with my parents, since they were having breakfast when I got home.
I got to school half an hour before the bell. No one I knew was around, so I made my way to the picnic tables. After plugging in my headphones, I opened up a book and began reading.
A back pack slamming on top of the table got my attention. Micah was taking a seat in front of me.
“Hey,” I waved at him, turning off my iPod and putting it away.
“What’s up?” He asked, taking my book and reading the cover. Before he lost the page, I slipped in a
