Slice of Life

My backpack feels like it is full of bricks. I carry a bag, my lunchbox, a jacket and shoes. I fumble my way in to the seat, and drop it all beneath me, sighing. I buckle my seatbelt as the car starts to roll along. The roads are icy, but not dangerous. Music from the radio quietly plays as we turn on to Colfax. We speed up, and I know that I will not be late. When I do show up, I am not late. I gather my things and walk in to the school. The classroom is quiet and empty when I walk in. I grab my binder and head to the Spanish classroom.