Waiting

I'm cold. In fact I'm freezing my butt off, but then again you usually are when you've been sitting on cold concrete in the rain for two and a half hours -waiting for your mother to pick you up from school.Then you get me -the clever one who decided to turn down every offer for a lift home. Nice on, Liz! Now how're you supposed to get home.I sling my soaking wet bag over my shoulder, stand up and go and hunt down some shelter.After finding nothing-other than a large oak which is definitely out of the question - I plonk back down on my cold seat, zipping open my back only to find water soaked pieces of paper. I don't know how much longer I sat there sulking over my now see-through top, my wet hair and drenched school work, till I heard the sound of school door creak open.