1999 or something?

I never did that kind of thing. It was probably a Wednesday and all the other kids were en route back to class. It was my opportunity and I was left with two options. Go to class or walk out those front gates and skip the rest of the day. I cannot remember why but I just couldn’t face going back to class so I ended up walking out. I sped down the road and jumped on the first bus that passed me by. It was odd feeling and I remember feeling as though I was behind enemy lines. I was young so when I saw police cars pass the buss I would duck down asif I was a fugitive. What did I hope to succeed by running away? Afterall I would be back the next day. I hated that fact.
That afternoon though, I was independent. No friends had skipped school with me and no authority figure knew about it nor did they found out about it. I was proud of myself afterwards. It was a small but significant rebellion.
I couldn’t face that afternoon at school and could I tell anyone….no. Could I explain to teachers…..no ‘cos they didn’t give a shit.
Nope, it was up to me to determine that afternoon.
I don’t know why I wanted to share that with you all but I just remembered that little story this morning.
There was awkward moment earlier this afternoon when I was talking Yvonne and this cunt face Martin came over. I was walking out and I had to pass him by. I literally had to squeeze past him and he wouldn’t move an inch. What a wanker, I even said excuse me but he didn’t react.
Him and the other extroverts are going to ruin Sonya’s leaving bash next week. They just had to invite themselves for fear they miss out on something.
SET OF FUCKING WANKERS.