I turn my head from the repetition printed on the blackboard. Everyday is the same as the last yet, somehow worse. I gaze out the window at a bird hopping around, not really looking for anything to do, just being a bird. He picks up a stick and carries it around for a little. Then he stands on a little rock and looks around some more. I wish I was a bird. Then I could eat worms without getting weird looks from girls. The bell rings, somethings different, better but I can't put my finger on it. I stand up and leave the building. My girl's waiting for me in the parking lot. We hop in the convertable and drive with the breeze in our hair. On the way down to the beach, she takes off her shoes and rests her feel up on the dash, all curled up like. Her flawless legs are revealed by her small shorts. Her sunglasses reflect the relaxed smile on my face and I realize I am finally happy. Weezer's Island in the Sun is playing as we pull up to the beach. We unpack the surf boards and cooler and run to the beach. With every wave, comes more and more excitement. I know this what heaven is like and it feels so good to finally be here. After a few hours, we break for luch. The food tastes almost as good as she looks. We spend the rest of the day in the city, lazily walking around, barefoot, in each others arms. Yesterday's troubles are washed away with ice cream cones. We point at display windows and happily thumb wrestle. Out of nowhere, summer storm clouds roll in and rain down upon us. The warm rain only adds to the perfection. She has never looked as beautiful as she does now. The water streaming down her face curves along her cheeks and over her smile. I lean in and kiss. We slowly walk down the deserted street, just me and her and the soothing melody of the rain. We return to the beach with the setting of the sun. Our footprints stretch forever as we slide down the beach. Finally, we lay down and look at the moon, just above the horizon. We understand each other, not a word is muttered. The soft lulaby of the waves lulls her to sleep; her head on my chest. Everything is perfect. Just as I am about to fall asleep the bell jolts me awake, and I mechanically stand, just like the other 29 students in the room, and walk out single file into the hallway. I make my way to the next class, whatever it might be. Ready to take orders from a teacher I don't know. Orders that will surely get me no where. My line of vision doesn't get above the heels infront of me. I pull my bookbag full of nothing tighter as I'm pushed around in the hall. I have no life, I am a nuber in a sea of monotony. I escape into a bathroom. I walk to the mirror. Two tired eyes gaze back. I walk to the window and put one hand on the glass. It's a dark, dirty rain. The bird is probably long gone by now. I wonder when I'll get to be with her again. I leave the bathroom and enter a room filled with the same 29 teenagers. A bell rings, I assume the position. My pen in hand writes in the margin of how I wish I was done of this. I want to be with her real bad.