Allie
The girls made their way down the crowded hallways at Thomas Paine High School. The two girls weaved through the throng of callous high schoolers, quiet amongst the hysteria of a Friday afternoon. The girls walked next to each other, books pressed to their chests, and straining to hold the line through the rough crowd. It was their 4rd period, which was the last for seniors, and it was Art.
Maddie turned to her friend, Allie, and said “I wanna skip. I’m too excited to hang out this weekend.” She jumped in front of her friend, ponytail bouncing, and begged: “please Allie. It’s just art. You’re a good artist anyway. Allie smiled and shook her head.
“My mom would be so mad if she found out!”
“Please Allie! We can watch Dr. Who!” She pleaded, shaking her shoulders from side to side.
“I can’t miss!”
“I’ll do anything!”
“Like what”
“I’ll…”
“Fine, but we’re watching Matt Smith!”