Spring Break Start

You slowly walk down the stairs, clutter filling every free hand you could possibly have. People borrowing your phone left and right for some reason or another. You pull up a chair, relieved and excited. Spring break is almost here. They call the name of a boy in your class, they are in trouble. Another boys name is called, then yours. You think you are in trouble, but its just them calling you to tell you that your rides here. You grab your back pack, the one that is so odd you know is yours, a posterboard, lunchbox, violin, and music. Some kid is ranting on to someone on your cellphone and you have had enough. Walking away a friend asks you if you need help, and smiling you reply no. The other kid finally runs up to you and hands you the phone. You look back at all your friends, they dont even notice you. Your outside, the air is fresh, and children, teachers, and parents are all talking. You get into your car.
On your way to being free.