[19] My alarm clock rings at 7:30, on a morning that looked very drab.
[15] I jump out of bed, hoping to not be late to the high school.
[19] I must not get lunch detention today because I have Biology Lab.
[15] I have to skip breakfast, breaking one of my cardinal rules.
[10] I am clearly not used to this routine.
[14] While showering quickly, I realize I am rarely ever late.
[10] I throw on a few clothes and my blue jeans.
[14] By the time I leave my house, it is 7:38.
[14] I have 12 minutes left to make it on time to homeroom.
[14] Traffic is moderate, but I am catching all red lights.
[14] Driving safely but quickly, I pass the cars as I zoom.
[14] I reach the street to park on, slowly escaping my plight.
[17] I ran swiftly into the building, and went quickly up the long stairs.
[17] I disregard my locker, and go into class with all that I had.
[17] I looked at the clock, and then at my teacher, who gave me a long stare.
[17] "Your fine," she said, as I exhaled and began to feel relieved and glad.
This is really clever! Being late is always terrible :(
ReplyDeleteThis poem described the feeling of being late and rushing so perfectly, I always eat breakfast so not eating it makes my day so bad:c Good thing you made it on time!
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