Locker Room Showers
By HiArianne
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With San Diego weather finally back on track, you could say today was a nice, tepid, sunny, and breezy day, perfect for the beach. I was walking back to campus shortly after the bell rang, my hair uncombed- tangled and dripping. The top of my backpack was soaked as my hair rested on it, water seeping through the threads as the front of my tank top was quickly gaining wet spots, proving the fun I had earlier in the day.
Wearing my rare, seven-dollared silver-buckled high tops which everyone tends to love or enjoy, I walked onto campus with numerous of my friends shocked,
"You went to the beach?!"
"You ditched school?!"
"Did you go to MLK?!"
"Did you go to the senior cruise?!"
"Damnnnnn, Arianne's finally ditching!"
I replied with a sigh, smiled, and nodded my head. I continued to go towards the quad, constantly pulling and wringing my hair, little dews of hydrogen-dioxide falling to their demise on the gum-covered cement below. I saw my friends Krysta and Tony and approached them.
"Wow, you're wet," Krysta's sarcasm hindered towards me.
"Wu-huh-huh-huh," Tony's perverted mind was racing thoughts and we all laughed.
We were conversating for a while when Krysta's mother called her to say she was already at the gate. Krysta hugged me and I felt her arms slide against my shining sun-blocked arms. I left Tony and found my way to the library, ready to turn in my last textbook of the school year.
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