(Another English assignment LMAO)

You run through the damp, cold, morning air. The sky is a cobalt blanket above your head. Your uniform clings to your body like a second layer of skin, clammy and hot. Your scarf dances as you dash down the path.

This new life is hard. Time is of the essence now. 

At the moment, for you, it's running out.

Your legs hurt, but you push on. Your lungs are burning, but you push on. Your back aches, the weight of your bag strapped to your shoulders, but you push on. 

Running. Running and running.

And then you make it. Just in time. Your watch smiles up at you with its quarter-past hands.

Tires on tar, rubber soles on vinyl, you on a seat. 

Today, you've won the race.

Good luck tomorrow.