The breaktime

Recess never came, that damned Monday morning. How heavy is the last year of averages on Mondays. It is ugly and useless: you are not an elementary school infant, but you have not yet entered the adult world of high school. Finally the bell and the race to the sandwiches. The others. He had decided to experience the newly discovered little pleasure of smoking. He then went at a good pace to one of the many crevices of the school, those that the professors do not…