FUCK! FUCK! Fuck….
I trailed off as my van peeled out of the parking lot. I dropped the two shopping bags full of baby diapers, seventeen magazine, and the latest Miley Cyrus dvd. I stood under the Walmart lights, and I realized I didn’t have to drive to soccer practice tomorrow.
No more Parent/Teacher meetings.
I kicked a stone across the parking lot halfheartedly. They were probably driving him nuts by now.
I couldn’t help but feel free.