Me and You After School

I sat, twitching at my desk, glaring at the clock. Each tick getting louder as 3:15 approached, and the inevitable ringing will commence. My stomach feels light, empty almost. I stressed as i thought of a way out, any sort of way that i wouldn't have to fight him. All these years, and finally it was my turn to have an after-school fight. I glance over to his desk, praying he looks scared. Instead he is leaning in his chair, chewing gum, big grin across his face.

The bell rings.

He approaches my desk.

''See you outside, Mr. Woods.''