Imagine: a world of cotton candy and clouds, one where responsibilities take a backseat to your front seat on a roller coaster (which also happens to be made out of cotton candy of course). You run through cloud after cloud, not particularly concerned about how you are actually in fact running on a cloud, but rather only concerned with meeting up with your imaginary friend from second grade. Just as you both meet and start approaching the metallic snake of a roller coaster appropriately named Goliath, you hear a sharp buzz. The noise is faint at first, but quickly picks up in pitch as it seems to travel from the back of your mind to the world around you. Suddenly, the cotton candy world around you begins to break down, the clouds begin to dissipate. You look over to find your friend and you are met with a blurred vision of your ceiling.
As you rub your eyes, trying to figure out where the incessant noise is coming from, you dart up. In this same moment you arrive at the conclusion that you were just dreaming. At first, you are a little skeptical with your hypothesis, however all ideas of skepticism soon fade as you are reminded of the blaring alarm you had chosen on your phone. As your hand instinctively shoots to hit the snooze button, you come to wonder why exactly you chose the Lake Mary Prep Griffin Fight Song as your alarm. You also begin to wonder how original it is for a story to open with an alarm (It’s not). As you pick up your phone, the light from the screen hurting your eyes, you realize you’re almost for school!
How could you be late for school? How would you be able to make a big impact without the help of your small school? These questions rattle your brain almost as much as your hand that you helplessly try to pull from your tangled bird’s nest of bed-head. You start getting nervous, sweat beading from your forehead. You begin to remember the ending to 127 Hours, as you tug and tug but to no avail. I mean, if James Franco can cut his own hand off then you can too, right? You know that you cant go to school with just one hand, you’re not a barbarian after all (apologies to all those missing a hand, I’m sure you’re not a barbarian). With more tugging, determination, some luck, and a pair of scissors from OfficeMax, you are finally able to beat back the tangled mess of hair and save your hand.
However, this victory is short-lived as you quickly dart to the restroom to get ready. Once inside you make an effort to perform a balancing act that would have made Cirque du Soleil jealous, as you struggle to put pants on while brushing your teeth. However you quickly end up falling flat on your face, with the paste from the toothbrush ending up all over your school pants. Well, that’s one way to do it. You get up, assessing the damage on to your pants as you try and clean off your toothbrush to the best of your ability. You start over, this time remembering to not trip up. You quickly make your way out of the bathroom, grabbing your book bag and keys and sprinting out to your car. You throw all of your belongings into the trunk and pop into the front seat. As you start up the car, you try and find some solace through the confusion by flipping through the radio. Finally settling on a station, you look down in surprise as you see that you don't have enough gas to make it to school. Now in the car, with cut up hair, stained pants, and no gas, you try and think of what Mr. Chapin would do. As you lay your head back against your seat, you let out thick groan. Maybe you shouldn't go to school today.
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