It was an early morning in February and 54° outside. I rolled over in my bed, still groggy from staying up late last night. As I rolled over, I saw that my alarm clock said 8:05 a.m. and and panicked as I realized that school starts at 8:15. The only thing i could think about, as I jumped out of your bed, was how pissed at me Mom would be that I was late to school. For the most part, I lived by myself at home. My mom usually slept overnight at work and my dad died 5 years ago. My older sister was usually off doing who knows what with her boyfriend so that just left me home alone a lot.
As I struggled to get out the house, an unsettling feeling in the air. At the time, I shrug it off being that I still stuck on the looming presence of the of being late for school. Mom would take away my phone for at least a week. The closer i got to school, the more uneasy I felt. Then it hit me. Literally, it hit me. A truck had just smacked right in to me going at least ten over the speed limit. Somehow, I managed to stand back up but i was unscathed from the impact. I checked on the person driving the truck and, to my surprise, no one was present. I looked back at my watch and my heart jumped as I realized school started 2 minutes ago!
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