KayakuChan

About 11:45 Thursday morning, while Rachel and I were goofing around in our math class, writing a note to our friends in our history class because our teacher didn't have enough copies for us, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my backpack at my feet. I didn't bother to answer; people who call me during class obviously don't know me. We continued to giggle wildly in our hyperactive end-of-the-year rush. Things were so normal, despite the extremely dark, wet weather outside. May in Colorado has always been unpredictable. We heard the hail falling on our plexiglass, clattering as if someone was emptying the contents of a pocket on the roof above

What can I do now? The day stretches on to the point I can't take it. I hate myself for being so ungrateful. What the hell? Why should I care? The summer heat mixed with rancid... something. Left over from that last day of spring.