Ask--Female--America

Alfred drums his fingers on the desk absentmindedly, not paying attention to the teacher. The burgers he had smuggled earlier are starting to smell- in a good way. But a bad one, too, because anyone could figure out that he had junk food in his pockets. He glances up at the clock, then back to his paper. Back to the clock, back to his paper, only one thought in his head: when is the bell gonna ring? He steals a glance outside the window, watching the golden fall leaves. Fall equals football season, which equaled a hell of a lot of fun. He couldn’t wait to get there on the field and score a touchdown. That would be awesome. The bell ring