So I walked into school this morning, right, ready for this entirely huge math test that I had studied mega hard for the night before. My mom dropped me off around the back of the school, as usual. Hey, c'mon, I don't need any of my buds to catch my mom giving me a nice goodbye smooch on the cheek. I have enough issues to deal with, like math tests and stuff. Anyway, I stepped out of the car, getting ready to make a bolt for the door, when mom called me back all of a sudden. She never does that, and when I say never, I mean never. It weirded me out a lot, y'know, I started wondering if something was really wrong. I consider my mom to be a pretty strong and sorta hip lady, so the fact that she called me back randomly this one time out of at least three million, made me a little nervous.

           I took my time walking the, like, four yards back to the passenger window and looked in. I was a bit too tall to look through the window without having to stoop my shoulders down. I'm not much of a fan for talking through car windows. My back isn't the best, especially after all that football I've done. It kills if I hunch or stoop over for too long. My mom stared back at me through the window and gave me one of her freakishly nice smiles. Y'know, the kind that mothers reserve for their kids when they have to ask them to do something that they know the kid really won't wanna do. I know you know what I mean.

           "Listen, Jimmy," she told me, starting to fool around with the zipper on her humungoid purse. "I need you to deliver this letter to Mr. Bailey, ok? Will you do that for me, hun?" I sorta cringed. I couldn't stand it when she called me those little names that mom's have in front of my school. I had to get outta there, real fast, too. I nodded my head and just made a grab for the letter. I didn't bother saying bye another time, once was enough, I was already gonna be late for my math test. I only turned back one time when I reached the school doors. Mom gave me this little, four-fingered wiggle of a wave, some more mom shit that just bugged the hell outta me.

           I pulled open the door and was soon on my way to my locker on the second floor of the school. My school's pretty damn big when you look at it from the outside, but really, it's not. I just gotta mention that. So on my way to the locker rooms, I take a chance to look at this letter my mom found so important to get to Mr. Bailey. For the record, Bailey's my English teacher. Kind of a cool guy, but he's a teacher so he can't really be cool. You know what I mean. Anyway, this letter looked sorta funky, like some sorta personal shit n' stuff. I could tell because my mom used her fancied up paper, the kind with the fancy, scribbly, gold letters that spell out your name. I know this, because I gave that to her two years ago when she had this random pen pal person-thing in Asia or something like that.

           Staring at the letter, I sorta got this itchy feeling in my fingers. It was the kind of feeling that made little kids shove their fingers up their nose, or the kind of itch that made you wanna push some sorta button that you're not s'posed to. You know what I mean. I had the itch to open that envelope real bad, so I just had to. Checking my watch with super mega speed, I realized that I had at least five minutes to go before I absolutely had to be in my math class. Five minutes was just enough though and I couldn't believe my luck when I realized that my mom hadn't sealed the envelope.

           Ducking into another hall, one that honestly wasn't that busy ever, I started fooling around with the envelope. I got the flap up without creasing it and just when I was about to grab the gold, some idiot bumped into me and sent the letter just flying out of my hands. What kind of moron bumps into someone when they're standing still in a hall that no one ever walks through?! It was so fucking stupid. That's when I actually saw who it was. You wouldn't believe it even if it bit you right on the ass, it was Mr. Bailey. What a great coincidence, huh? Yeah, he spotted the envelope on the ground and the dumbass, didn't even acknowledge the fact that I was standing right there just about ready to give him the finger. What a crazy bastard! He just crouched over, snatched up that letter from my mom and walked off with it. Probably bumping into other innocent bystanders in the meantime 'cause he was reading what was in the envelope.

           In the meantime, I was late for my math test and I'll probably have to spend the rest of the day wondering what my mom just couldn't wait until parent-teacher interviews to say! Geez!