Payton
I looked down at the paint and traced my name in it. When I looked up, I realized I was late for class. My books scattered on the floor, I scrambled to pick the all up. One was right in the middle of all the paint and I wiped my forehead with my hand. Bad idea. I hadsmeared a thick red line of paint across my forehead. I sighed, grabbed my books and started to walk to my class. I looked behind me quickly and saw a boy looking at me aquwardly, it probably looked like I just got in a fight. I waved a hello, noticing he had no shirt and a red painted face, he mustve been the guy whomes shirt I tripped on. I smiled to myself and went on with my buisness, going to class.
I have quit.