Personal Narrative-Sacrifice In High School?

Just twenty more minutes Jordan, twenty more minutes of this damn class and you 're home free for the weekend. I glance at the clock and sigh inwardly as I realize that not even a minute has passed since I last checked it. Can Mr. Suttles not make this class more interesting? I swear he does his best to make us suffer.

I turn and look out the window, ready to daydream when I see something in the grass outside. What on earth could that be? No one is even allowed over there, how could they have dropped something?

"....answer? Jordan? Jordan?"

I jump and face my teacher, realizing he caught me day dreaming.

"Uh....could you repeat the question?"

"What is the absolute value of 5-4i?"

Fuck, how do I do this? Okay okay,

Smith, now if you would please learn to pay attention and realize that we 're in history class and not math that would be fantastic."

I shrink down in my seat, face burning. How in the world was I so out of it that I had no idea what class I was in? Mr. Suttles, smug from embarrassing me, turns around and returns to the front of the room. Almost forgetting about whatever was in the grass outside, I begin to actually pay attention to the lesson.

Finally, I hear the heavenly noise of the school bell ringing signaling the end of school. I burst out of the room full of joy only to sneak to the area where I saw the mystery item. I find it easily and am surprised to see it 's a picture. I pocket it and ditch as fast as I could to go home.

"Home sweet home," I say to myself as I climb out of the car. No one else is home yet so I can look at the picture in peace. I pull it out of my pocket and begin.

It 's a girl, the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life. She is tan, has beautiful, long, jet black hair to compliment her skin and has exquisite deep blue eyes. She is barefoot in a meadow, looking off to the to left with an elegant, flowing white dress on. She has her hands behind her back, one holding her arm and the other having two fingers