----The final bell rang at Jefferson high school and everybody was in hot pursuit of the door. Sometimes I like to take a step back and wonder why everyone runs away so quickly; as if someone was going to take their car before they got there. As a senior at Jefferson I've become very used to the end-of-the-day rush. Scared little freshmen running everywhere like little roaches in a dark cage that suddenly became illuminated.
----One freshman accidentally runs into me in his mad rush toward the locker bay and causes his books and papers to fly everywhere. I quickly turned around to see a little shrimp of a boy, about five foot four and as thin as a paper clip, scrambling around on the hallway floor attempting to pick up his calculus, anatomy, and other upper level class papers off of the floor whilst other student accidentally shove and kick him on their way out of class. I see that he is obviously struggling so I take a knee and begin to help I'm with his things. We work together for a few seconds picking up his papers. I handed him a stack of neatly organized notes full of crazy equations and symbols I have never seen before and put on my best smile. "Here you go," I politely say.
He looks up from his things and stammers around a thank you, "th-th-thank-you."
The poor freshman looks straight back to the ground and restarts his trek down the hall. That's one thing that I will never get used to... Being a senior. I must've scared the poor boy into peeing himself!
----I remember those days... I would walk down the hall and try not to look an upperclassmen in the eye. They intimidated me... They were all so...so... Big. They were all so much further along into puberty than the underclassmen. The guys' muscles had developed along with their facial hair and the girls'o all had much larger breasts than the ones in my class... The only guy in my class who had facial hair as a freshman was Tommy. But Tommy had failed seventh grade and then failed eighth grade and refused to come to summer school so he's way older than us anyway. When we were sophomores, he was the one buying all of us cigarettes. He dropped out after sophomore year. I heard that his parents died in some sort of accident (we didn't get any deals other than it being an accident) and he decided not to finish high school. I don't blame him. None of us have seen him in years. I guess this is where all of those stories about people from small towns get abducted by aliens or something. Like, nobody has even heard of somebody maybe seeing him or hearing about him. It's almost creepy. Too bad nobody cares enough to think much of it.
----I placed my books in my locker and headed out towards my car in the student parking lot. My parents bought my 2010 Ford Focus for me for my 17th birthday last year. It's red with black racing stripes down the middle. Kind of a girl car but my parents bought it for me and didn't expect anything in return other than undying love and affection, so I'm happy with it. I live 10 minutes from the school. Past an old military missile base and the one lone restaurant in our small town, Golden Crust Pizzarria. We eat there at least 3 times a week because we have nothing better to do. In a town of this size, everybody knows everybody. And everybody knows what everybody is doing. Sometimes that can be a bad thing.
----I drive passed the old abandoned missile base and finally pulled into my driveway. We live in the richer part of town unlike a most of my friends. I always had birthday parties and stuff out of town and a away from the house. I didn't want my friends thinking that I was some spoiled brat or something. Most of the kids who live in my part of town go to an assortment of private schools located in towns surrounding ours. Our little town of Jefferson, Kansas is surrounded by some of the largest, well known cities in Kansas. Therefore, many a private school is available for those who wish to make their kids go to school in a uniform everyday. Who decided that it was a good idea to make all of the students look the same anyway? I need to have a talk with them...
----Anyway, I live in a two-story home that sits on two good-sized lots. It has a three-car garage and a rugged, yet sophisticated, stone façade. My mother will not stop talking about how much it cost to add that to the house when we moved in. It's almost like she regrets it, but the way she looks at it says otherwise. My parents are both doctors in the military. They never tell me anything about their jobs or examples of things that they do. All I know is that when they leave for a few months, when they get back, I'm getting something new. In short, they get paid pretty well. I don't ask questions. Because of their military occupations, our house can never be anything short of spotless, or anything n the house for that matter. They insist on me having clean skin and a sharp and short hairdo. Same goes for the dog, too. It gets on my nerves. But because of it, I have many females at school swooning over me like I'm the single penguin with the colorful pebble. I'm really just not interested in girls right now. I'm trying to get college plans lined up and make sure my grades stay up so I can play football and hopefully get a scholarship. Who knows, I may be the next household name!
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