Maple Tree: A Short Story

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I wish I could instantly go home after school. Like there would be no one-hour commute and I could just simply snap my fingers and arrive at home in my pajamas, snuggled in bed.

The high school I go to is an hour away from my house, and regardless of what people say, I love it. When I stare out of the window during the hour-long car rides I feel exhilarated at the thought of what I’m going to do when I get home. It’s…