Charlie sat in the last hour of the last class of the last day of school before summer. He counted down until the hour broke into minutes, then he counted the seconds, then until teacher stopped talking. As soon as the bell rang, he shot out of the door so fast he didn't even hear the teacher wish the class a happy vacation. Hanging a quick right, he blasted around a corner and almost knocked over a bunch of teens grabbing things from their lockers for the last time for a full three months. Charlie didn't stop until he made it to the park they had all agreed to meet at during lunch. When he finally made it there, he stopped running and leaned against a nearby tree, catching his breath. He sat down, pulled out a blanket from his backpack and spread it out on the ground. He lay down and waited for his friends. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt... He thought as he closed his eyes, just for a second.