Post by STEPHEN JAMES ADAMS on Dec 25, 2012 17:36:46 GMT -5
Stephen walked into his first class of the last semester of his high school career. He was so ready for high school to be over. Sure, he'd made a few friends, but it wast mostly overrated. Filled with fake blondes, lying jocks, and (most) teachers who just didn't care, he was ready to get out of there. Stephen couldn't stand people who were superficial, who only cared about what was on the outside. He'd lived around people like that his whole life, and while he was used to it by now, he was ready to be away from it. That was why he cherished his weekends with his grandparents; with people who truly cared about what was on his mind, not where he got his kicks or what music he was listening to, or what new episode was on TV that night.
Stephen walked into the classroom through the back door and sat in the nearest seat. There were a few other kids in the room, but no one he cared to talk to at the moment; not that he had much to say anyway. Stephen simply pulled out his British Literature book, a notebook, and pen, and waited patiently for time to pass on...
