A lovely day in the neighborhood.

You just can't bring yourself to face another day in the school of sharks, and you certainly don't want to give anyone at home an excuse to come down hard on you, so you decide to head out and hope you can kill eight hours without drawing any unwanted attention.

You wear a nondescript tshirt with your favorite band Fog Horn emblazoned on it along with bluejeans and black sneakers. You have grown your blonde hair hair out a little long, which should hopefully hide your 'pretty boy' features the neighborhood watchers love to call attention to. You grab your backpack to keep up the illusion you are going to catch the bus and head out into the wild blue yonder.

You immediately feel a sense of freedom and a care free spirit that you haven't felt since...well, you can't remember how long. You wonder if maybe this can't be your solution anytime the pressure gets to be too much. No one would expect a mild mannered milquetoast like you to skip school, so why not take the occasional vacation? Your grades are good enough to coast by the rest of the year popping in out for the bare minimum on test days. You certainly won't miss the charming companionship of your classmates. Yes, you could see making this a regular thing.

You are practically skipping as you plan out your day. Hit up the Dunk N' Donars for a coffee and kabob for breakfast, head over to the mall to kill a few hours, maybe hit up the library to leech off their wifi since your parents are too cheap to pay for a plan with enough data for your phone and sneak back home before they let the animals loose from school. You can't wait to-"HEY! PUNK! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"