The school bell tolls the end of the day. As always my stuff lay on the table haphazardly, and I pull my bag to the side of the table and simply slide everything in. Looking out at the class, they seemed to be shuffling out much faster than usual. Makes sense, it's the beginning of the weekend. Two whole days of nothing. That used to excite me, but now it feels... boring? Imagine that, a lazy kid calling the weekend boring. And yes, just this once, I will admit that I CAN be referred to as lazy. Manas didn't come to see me today, probably had to run off to the junior editorial committee. I debated with myself on whether I should walk home or take the bus. On the one hand, I can sleep on the bus, and the conductor will wake me up when it is my stop. But if I walk, there is a cafe I can stop by and get some snacks... Yep, walking it is. A sandwich and iced tea sound great after a long day. I pulled out my earphones as I walked out the gate. The streets are no longer as dusty as t...
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