Maria clenches her fists while looking at her watch. It is just before two o'clock. Desperate to get home, she cannot help but pray that the next several minutes of her English class go by as fast as possible. The bell rings, and without any hesitation she pops up from her desk. Moments later, she finds herself more than relieved to have set foot in her front yard. "Mom, I'm home," Maria shouted as she unwittingly slams the door behind her. "Hi sweetheart, I am in the kitchen preparing your favorite dessert for tonight," her mother exclaims. …
