Every morning is a rush to get up and out of bed during a school day, punctuality is not a strength. Odd socks, underwear riding up, toothpaste smeared across your cheek all because snooze is an option on the alarm. A second glance at the mirror to check if I’m passable, I throw a couple fingers bangs at my reflection and click my tongue.

  As I emerge from the doors breach I spin heel to secure the door, stabbing at the lock until the key penetrates. A mechanical crunch as I twist lets me know we are Google to go and I starts to belt down the road…

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  i pat down my pockets to ensure one last time I have everything but the absence of a pill shaped case means I’ve forgotten my headphones.

  I redo the process of unlocking the door, parkour up the landing stairs with the grace of morbidly obese man grab my device from the bedside table only to throw my dead exhausted weight down the stars.

  The door locked once more I allow my legs to shift my weight towards my destination.