Right Before the Bell

“Mom, be careful when you go past the high school or you’ll run over one of those stupid teenagers.”

“You’re a teenager,” Mom pointed out.

“Not like these. Bye!” She hopped out of the car right in front of the front doors.

Not two seconds later, a herd of late teenagers ran across the road like deer.

“Thank God she’s not like those,” Mom muttered.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.