Tradition Comes Third

My glasses slid down the bridge of my nose, and I pushed them up higher. I took a quick glance at the clock and saw that the period was almost over, and I still had one more question left. The girl sitting to the left of me had tears rolling down her cheeks as she toughed out the last few questions.
Bryce was sitting to the right of me, and he was passed out on his test. I was proud of him for managing to put his name and the date down before completely giving up. Mr. Anderson sat behind his desk with his laptop and his headphones in his ears. He refused to answer any questions during a test, so he uses his time to catch up on Netflix. He loves test day. That's probably why he scheduled it every Friday.
I managed to fill out the last question before the bell rang. Bryce shot up from his seat, and wiped the drool off of his cheek. I gathered up my pencils and dropped the test on Mr. Anderson's test. He barely looked up at us, he was too focused on his screen.
The halls were packed with people pushing past everyone to get out of school as fast as they could. When I got to my locker, Adrian was already there. He was slipping his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
