Odie skipped out of school with a light, happy air about her.
The rest of her day had gone by swimmingly.
School, towards the end of the year, was always a delight. Teachers placed much less emphasis on the curriculum and more on keeping students in their seats and quiet.
Most didn't even care if you were in their seats. They preferred it if you weren't, actually.
With most of the final assignments were already turned in and teachers, like Abaddon, were busy focused on grading them while recovering from a semester-long parade of internet words that made no sense, the body odor of a teenage boy, the libido of a teenage boy, the hormones of a teenage girl, a diminishing literacy rate, and the eternal adolescent plight of discovering one's identity.
...And they were preparing themselves to deal with it all again after a three-week winter break.
Odessa floated down the steps to the carpool lane like a fairy.
