Today is August 24, 2018, a Friday. Good day to drag yourself out of bed, not pay school much attention, and flop on the nearest couch when you're home. 

Not for me, for some reason I was pumped for school this morning. Probably because of my woodworking class. And y'know, first days of highschool, it's not hell yet. YET.

However, I coudn't help but feel like I've forgotten something important. So I ignored the feeling. How smart of me.

I hung out near the entrance of the school, glancing at the clock every few seconds. 7:27, plenty of time to socialize and get to class. I was talking with my good friend, when she mentioned that her laptop charger is so annoying.

*Insert face of realisation here*

'shit.'

Since the laptop is needed for almost all of my classes, I did the only thing a dehydrated, determined, unfit teen could do. I decided to run all the way to my house, grab it, and sprint back... Sounds legit.

7:31. By now I have called my sister. And she just hands them over, as cool as a cucumber salad with ranch. 

7:35. The painful run begins. With my phone in my bra, and my backpack under the watchful eye of the lady at the front desk, my journey starts. 25 minutes.

The run was agonizing, my lungs aren't cut out for this crut, halfway there, I checked the time

My phone: 7:42! ;D

Me: welp =). I'm boned. I'm dead. I can't make it. Even if I run. 

...

You know that voice that pops up in your head sometimes, when you feel like you're at a dead end? It always sounds intimidating and evil and whenever you decide to do it, you feel like you made a deal with Bill Cypher? And no matter what, each idea is something that you usually wouldn't feel comfortable with doing? Like it guides you every time you're doing something that's against the rules? It takes everything as a challenge? Makes dumb bets? Pushes you to do stupid things? Is the reason why this book exists? Just me?

Yeah, that voice just pretty much took over

'7:42? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Sprint!'

So, with every part of my body begging and bribing me to stop, I started running at full speed. As soon as I got home, the first thing I got was a drawstring bag.

I shoved my laptop in there, jumped down six steps on the stairs, and out the door. 

10 minutes. 

Well crap.  This is a load of hooey! (Haha, Camp Camp.)  I'll never make it back in time for the first class, at least the teacher is nice. 

'haha, funk you, young one. I'm not done here!'

Wait whaah? 

'Get Dad's bike, we're not giving up just yet.'

So, riding a huge bike, looking ridiculous and dead, I started getting back. Along the way my shoelace got stuck on the pedal.

'So what? Just take your shoe off'

It took me a few seconds to free myself. Now I had to put the shoe back on, right?

'funk the shoe'

What?

'who needs shoes if you've gone this far?'

Now biking, in all my one shoe-d glory, I reached the school with enough time to find my class. I arrived on time and collapsed in my chair.

I was so sweaty, that even if I had put on deodorant, in would be useless. I looked like a tomato, smelled like salt, half dead, felt like vomiting.

However, I made it on time to class with the laptop and a story to tell.

Worth it.