Not Again!
Startled, I awake to the daunting sound of my alarm. Woken, I leap out of my unmade bed and get ready. My heart begins to panic as I wipe the sweat off my forehead. Breathless, I dash out of the unsteady front door as fast as lightning. Hauntingly, I hear the deafening sound of the school bell and the loud stomps of everyones feet, roaring in my head. Why does this always happen? Eventually, I make it. The relief sways off my shoulder. “Bethany! Why are you late again?” My principal hollered. So that is why I am always last to arrive to school.
By Hannah Lundon