Disclaimer: I own nothing but yoshiryu
Her head hit the desk for about the millionth time. The teacher unfortunately noticed, "Yoshiryu Striker! If you fall asleep one more time you're heading to the principals office!"
Curse this stupid teacher! I wouldn't fall asleep if he weren't talking about the most boring subject in world history. Yoshi looked at the clock. One minute…fifty seconds…thirty to go…ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one!
Ding, ding!
The teacher sighed; probably sad he just lost his tortured guinea pigs. Poor teach. Everyone else however cheered; hey you can't blame them it's the last day of school! I dashed out of the room and headed to my locker. I scanned the huge mob of students. I dodged silly string, and nuggies, I ducked as one of those not so playful punches from the football team was directed towards me, Stupid jerks. Then I finally made it to my locker. Suddenly I was being rammed into by the one and only clumsy Sara.