Get used to it

It's the end of the school day. Or at least it will be in five and a half minutes. Yeah, I'm a clock watcher. Billy hadn't called the school all day and honestly I wasn't sure it that made more nervous than I would be if he had. I'm glancing from the clock to the computer to my notes and back to the clock and have been most of the hour. Technically my last hour of the day is yearbook and our supervisor usually lets us have our phones out as long as we meet our deadlines and don't get her into trouble. But the door was wide open for students turning in forms and pictures, so no phones today.