omg
in 7th grade, me and my straight best friend were such good kids that we decided to skip but we didn't know how. We planned to meet after lunch in the stairwell nobody uses cuz its so dirty. There's a way outside into the side yard and it leads to a street with a hill and we would have to run down the hill before we would get caught.
So on the count of three I'm like "RUN!!!" I break my heel, I twist my ankle, I ROLL down that damn hill for dear life and as soon as I finally reach the bottom and think I'm home free, my best friend is WAYYY up top OUT OF BREATH and a security guard from school is on his tail
I COULD NOT HANDLE lmfao I ran so fast home and he didn't talk to me for a week cuz I left his ass.
When I tell ya'll his face seemed like he'd been running in the desert for days