there was no tech and no animus and we could all leave right after school and we were so excited but we didn't know what to do with ourselves... i can count on one hand the number of times there has been nothing after school in the past three years.... one was a terrorist attack, one was a sniper, and only one was as completely random as this day.

and it was sunny.
oh it was sunny.

we sat outside at lunch and i wanted to strip off all my layers and spin around in circles.
i couldn't, so i stripped off my shoes and spun around in circles.
it was beautiful and warm and beginning to green all over and there was nothing after school and i felt so free.

my shoes were so heavy and black i didn't want them on again... so i put them in my locker and my feet went commando for the next three periods. they loved it. i loved it. no one in authority positions noticed. everything was lovely.

then we went out to the parking lot and it was sunny and warm and only 230 and i drove brittany and thomas to her car and then circles around jack until she screamed because she thought i was going to hit him but i think she was just remembering homecoming and my figure eights because i was and laughing at the memory and i high-fived thomas and stripped off my jacket-shirt thing and spun around in circles in barefeet and tank top on the asphalt with my face to the wonderful wonderful energizing sunlight.

then we waited in line at the stop light for eight hundred years like regular seniors and honked at meish, kaylface, and chanese and eventually i dropped thomas off and swore to get g unit soul tribe together again soon and brie and i went to solomons.

delant� showed us this spot last year... it's perfect for days like this. it's reserved for days like this. that day we had an impromptu picnic with candy and strawberries and cool whip on my emergency blanket and random lovely days since i've gone there to sit on my car hood and look out over the water and write but not since winter settled in for good and this day we sat on my car hood and talked and now there are footprints on my windsheild but i don't want to wash them because they make me happy.

even after the sunlight was gone and it was grown cold again i was giddy from before and mirm and i had a grand time and i was even brave... regardless of the soon after feelings of embarrassment and dumbness and later feelings of lack of response and/or no reciprocation...

nothing can make this day bad

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