Tick. Tock.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Your adolescent heart punches at the anticipation of those last few moments. Your heartbeat falling in with the rhythm of the incessant clock on the wall. Each pulse a second closer. The shortest part of your day becomes an eternity. Closer and closer to that moment when the adrenaline rushes into your blood stream just as the flow of students runs out the door.
Nothing can hasten the clock as it tolls its misery on the impatient children. It just hangs there on the white painted walls jeering at us, teasing us. Still quicker and quicker are thoughts race past the ill kept clock. Our daydream flying us away from text books and pencils. Away from insane substitutes and mind ripping final exams.
We can hear it but only barely, the ticking. We can see it in the peripheral vision of our dream beating at our ears for attention like a drill major blowing his shrill whistle. But farther and farther away we escape to swimming pools and endless days of mud and fun. Fudgesicles running off your chin onto the wet grass below your sprinkler. Gentle morning sun rays caressing your sticky fingers. BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!
BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!! You know your feet are moving but can barely feel the floor. You’re free from the clock, letters and numbers. Faster and faster we dash out the door following our daydream. Summer.
