Valedictorian Narrative

Despite what the television had said this morning, little flecks of pure white snow fluttered in the brisk winter wind, falling helplessly onto the chilled ground, packing in with the other snowflakes until one of my fellow high school classmates would come by and ball them together just to hurl them at unsuspecting freshmen. I wasn’t complaining though. It was winter break after all. I had just completed my last final with ease and I was confident that I would continue my streak of straight A’s with only one semester remaining until graduation. That esteemed title “valedictorian,” despite being undermined by the fact that anybody with a 4.0 GPA whether or not they took advanced placement classes, was within my grasp and I was determined to fight my way to success. For now, however, the weather was cold, my backpack was without a textbook or homework to do, and I was free for a good two weeks, and the last thing on my mind was worrying about my grade point average. Gina Shirley, my best friend with a knack

It was already half past three o'clock, but we skipped the school lunch of mashed potatoes and “chicken” just so we would have enough room in our grumbling stomachs for the deliciousness that was Monte’s. As expected, Gina was hyped up for her bacon, lettuce, and tomato while the rest of us were in the mood for a heavier, heartier meal of one of their delectable pastas. We handed the blonde woman our menus and continued with discussing whatever came to our minds. First, Pink brought up our finals, but that discussion lasted about as long as a heavy sigh as I’m sure none of us were interested in thinking about our education at that moment considering it was winter break. I may have a 4.0, but a break from school means a break from school. So, the conversation wavered between Christmas and our excitement to eat some