Daydream

Flourescent lighting hums overhead. Pen scratches paper. Fingers click on table. Shoes shuffle along tile. Whispered tales fill the air. High School Drama: Season II. The glare and the smell of cleaning supplies permeates the atmosphere. I look, but none look back. I stare from over the edge of my notebook. The phone rings. Minutes pass. My mind wanders. . . but eventually I come back to reality.

9:41 a.m. - Study Hall

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:35 PM