The Final Bell

 

It's been quite a long tedious day--can't wait 'til it's over. Pencils scribbling along the white pages--homework arrangements being made for the night. I stare at the clock. Tick Tick Tick... I'm staring, staring aimlessly. It's as if the clock is broken. The anticipation kills me. I think to myself of all the things that can be occupying my time right now: TV,Phone,Food..the list goes on. Why am I here? I stare at the clock yet again, nearly five minutes have gone by--STILL I wait. Tick Tick Tick -- and finally Tock! The bell has finally rung. And NO, not just any bell--The Final Bell.       

 

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