Minutes before the final bell rang we’d begun the countdown. It was literally the WORST Monday of our lives and believe me, we've had some pretty bad Mondays! Finally the much awaited moment arrived and we raced out of the classroom not bothering to wait for the teacher to leave.
“Boys,” we heard a voice far, far away! “It’s bad manners to...”
“Do you guys hear something?” I asked.
“Yeah, your dumb voice.”
That shut me up. I shouldn’t have opened up my big mouth anyway! As far as we were concerned, school was over and we were never sitting in a stuffy classroom for another 15 hours at least. Dumping our bags somewhere in the lawn much to the annoyance of the gardener, we got ready to shoot baskets till sundown. Richie came by dribbling one and Varsh ran over to steal the ball from him.
“Boys,” we heard a voice far, far away! “It’s bad manners to...”
“Do you guys hear something?” I asked.
“Yeah, your dumb voice.”
That shut me up. I shouldn’t have opened up my big mouth anyway! As far as we were concerned, school was over and we were never sitting in a stuffy classroom for another 15 hours at least. Dumping our bags somewhere in the lawn much to the annoyance of the gardener, we got ready to shoot baskets till sundown. Richie came by dribbling one and Varsh ran over to steal the ball from him.