A good start to summer fun
I would finally be able to relax and hang out with friends since I made the mistake of taking IB classes my freshman year. Everybody was waiting as the teacher rolled out a bunch of crap about next year. How fantastic next year would be. How fun-filled with learning it would be. I scanned the classroom, eying the faces of the desolate people waiting to be done with what seemed to be an endless five minutes. My eyes fell on Kyle and his blonde hair. Not that I admired his hair, he was...