It was already after seven in the evening when I left my classroom last Friday. The sun was still up though, and more than a hundred feet away, I could see my car in the parking lot. I noticed that there was only one other car left in this vast space north of my school. Sitting two lots to the right of mine, the light gray vehicle looked like my principal's. I thought that she must still be inside her ofice and working late to prepare for our students' first day of school, which is today. As I walked to my car, I reached for my phone to send her a text message.
"Go home already," I wrote.
As soon as I got inside my car, I started the engine and rolled the windows down to let the heated air inside my car escape. As I sat there I observed that the sun had gone low and the scene in front of me was a little charming. There was a group of young men playing soccer at a distance. I thought about watching them play, but my stomach growled in protest. I was about to drive away when I got a text message. It was from my principal.
"I am! LOL."
"So she's gone home and this car to my right isn't hers after all," I said to myself.
I texted her back: "Oh,I thought this car next to mine is yours." Then I slowly drove away.
This time her response was quick. "It is!" I quickly turned my gaze in the direction of my school. My principal, Mrs. Yvette Cavazos, emerged from her office and waved at me.
