*Woah* *Oof* *Ugh* The first three onomatopoeia that come to mind. Your eyes are still closed as you limbo in purgatory; heaven being the sweet dream that keeps you from the hell that is about to be reality. Tossing and turning like you’re wrestling an imaginary alligator, your body finally comes to the conclusion its time to move. Like a turtle poking its head out of its shell, one eye peeks open as the rest of your head is smushed into a disheveled pile of pillows. Sunlight catches your eye. *Ouch* You should’ve closed the curtains more. Just as you take a glance over at the alarm clock you find out that ITS 10:50 A.M. AND YOU HAVE A TEST IN 10 MINUTES.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
Get up. Clothes. You need clothes. Sweatpants/sweatshirt. Backpack? No time to brush your teeth. Mouthwash. Run down the stairs. Spit the mouthwash out on the grass. Power walking because you’re going to be late but also power walking so other people don’t know you’re going to be late. 10:58. OK SCREW THE POWERWALKING. You’re jogging. Wow, you’re in terrible shape. Open the door. Prf. hasn’t started. Thank God Prf. hasn’t started. Great, you have pit stains. And great, you’re sitting next to that crush you like. And you forgot deodorant. Good morning!
Popping the Popkorn Cernel 