After my last class, I dart out through the back corridor, my sneakers squeaking on the waxed floors. Nothing is going to keep me from getting out. I push the doors open and a breeze rushes into the stuffy school.The sunlight overwhelms my eyes momentarily, preventing me from skipping down the stairs. Shaking the daylight out, I make my way out to the sidewalk. My walk home is uneventful. I found a broken speckled bird’s egg, wondering whether the little chick survived or not. A tattered red Coca-Cola can crossed my path, so I kicked it about a block before it bored me. When I was less than two minutes from my house, I heard a jogger’s footsteps behind me. Thump-thump-thump-thump. SMACK. I stumble forward, bag falling off my shoulder. Obnoxiously bright pink sports bra and matching shorts girl runs straight into me and doesn’t say a word. It doesn’t even phase me anymore.