Creative Writing

The school bell rang. The seemingly endless Friday had finally come to an end. The tired and restless looks on each pupils face had instantly vanished into joy and excitement. John and Mark carelessly threw their books into their bags and began to head home.
“History has to be the most boring subject ever”, said John with relief, as they left the class.
“Oh I don’t know. Math gets pretty close.” He had a smirk on his face.
“Nah History with Johnson. As soon as he says a word, I can’t get my eyes open. So what you gonna do during the weekend?”
“Nothing planned really. May try to do some work. Pretty far behind. Why? Got any ideas?” Mark said inquisitively.
“Not really. May just go to the skate park. This place is just getting so damn boring, always the same thing. Nothing interesting ever happens. I’m sick of this place. We need something new to do.”
The road split, dividing their destinations.
“Yeah, well see ya. Call me later or something.”...