Literature
PRODIGAL STUDENT: Part II
I woke up to the sun blazing through the closed blinds in my bedroom. The streaming gold rays which would normally put people into pleasant moods, caused me to curse at the giant flaming ball of gas for being so bright. Getting out of bed was a war within myself, as it potentially would be for other seventeen year old males. After the internal struggle had ceased, I was ready for what was to be another hellish day of school.
8:45A.M, the neon L.E.D lights on my alarm clock let me know that although I was ready for school, I had missed the 8:30A.M school bus… the last one for the morning. A walk would do me good, too bad that it also me
