It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the wind was softly blowing through the window. I sat on my desk with my head in my hand, eyes closed, and enjoying the breeze. “Hey, Loran, you asleep?” I opened my eyes and saw Ian staring at me with curiosity. “You know that school is over right?” “I’m aware,” I reply with indifference. “I just don’t feel like going home. I know I’ll end up ricocheting off its walls.” “Look at you with the fancy words,” Ian smirked. I get up from my desk and stretch. “Oh please. You’re only saying that because you suffer from chronic stupidity.” I smirk back. “Hey, that’s not funny!” “Is too!” After getting my backpack, we walk out of the classroom heading for home.

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