She sat in her assigned seat with her eyes trained on the ticking clock. A
few seconds more and she would be out of school. Those seconds seem to go
by even slower than the seemingly hour-long minutes. The bell rang at
precisely at 3 o'clock, and was met with the sound of scraping chairs.
Rosalind slouched in her seat and waited for the room to clear out. She
picked up her bag, which doubled as a purse, and left the room in a blank
calm. The halls were jammed packed with one too many students. Her school
was on the verge of over-crowding but the four main principals decided to
ignore it.
After making her through the hoards of people she still had to get past the bus loop groupies. Most of them were freshmen with an occasional sophomore of junior. If you drove past Cedar Grove High School you would see a huge prison-like school and a student parking lot with more BMW's, Mercedes, and other expensive cars then at a law office. Rosalind's point of view being bitter because her senioritis had kicked in junior year. However, she was glad she had a car. Her family had a tradition of waiting until senior year to buy their child's first car. Which was a practical plan for a middle class family.
She closed her door and started the engine. At the parking lot's exit she turned left to take a little detour before going home. She slipped in a mixed CD and spaced out to the music. She drove without boundaries and without thought. When she stopped to get gas she noticed it was getting dark, she then decided to start back home. About halfway down a small country road, it was almost pitch - black. The streetlights became less and less frequent. With each passing moment Rosalind continued to become more and more worried.
However, She found a familiar road just in time and slipped into semi- consciousness again. She caught something outside the corner of her eye. A deer ran into the middle of the street and stopped, its eyes fixed on the car. Rosalind swerved the car, her gaze still focused on the deer. There was a thunderous crash as the wheels squealed to get back in line. Rosalind's head snapped forward with a sickening pop when the car hit a nearby tree. She looked up from the steering wheel and let out a curse before blacking out.
After making her through the hoards of people she still had to get past the bus loop groupies. Most of them were freshmen with an occasional sophomore of junior. If you drove past Cedar Grove High School you would see a huge prison-like school and a student parking lot with more BMW's, Mercedes, and other expensive cars then at a law office. Rosalind's point of view being bitter because her senioritis had kicked in junior year. However, she was glad she had a car. Her family had a tradition of waiting until senior year to buy their child's first car. Which was a practical plan for a middle class family.
She closed her door and started the engine. At the parking lot's exit she turned left to take a little detour before going home. She slipped in a mixed CD and spaced out to the music. She drove without boundaries and without thought. When she stopped to get gas she noticed it was getting dark, she then decided to start back home. About halfway down a small country road, it was almost pitch - black. The streetlights became less and less frequent. With each passing moment Rosalind continued to become more and more worried.
However, She found a familiar road just in time and slipped into semi- consciousness again. She caught something outside the corner of her eye. A deer ran into the middle of the street and stopped, its eyes fixed on the car. Rosalind swerved the car, her gaze still focused on the deer. There was a thunderous crash as the wheels squealed to get back in line. Rosalind's head snapped forward with a sickening pop when the car hit a nearby tree. She looked up from the steering wheel and let out a curse before blacking out.