Clocks

Chapter 3

  We got to school and walked in chatting and laughing. I got a few looks, which never happens, and blushed while walking down the halls. I checked my clock in third period, knowing I still had three hours left. Sixth period, Human Geography just could not come fast enough. Lunch took forever; all we talked about was the possibility of my clock being wrong. Like what if four clocks go off all at once and we don’t know who we are paired with? The nagging voice in the back of my head kept repeating ‘He won’t like you, you’re clock is wrong, your hibrea will be the old, saggy, janitor that sneaks looks into girls shirts.’ 

  When sixth period finally came my palms were sweaty and my body was trembling from my toes the tips of my finger. 10 minutes.

  I don’t even knowing what we are talking about, something about the government I think. Blood is rushing in my ears.

   5 minutes.

 Clenching and unclenching my fists, hoping no one can see my uneasiness.

  2 minutes.

  I can’t hear anything, I close my eyes and try to find my racing heartbeat.

  33 seconds.

  Time is ticking, passing, quickly.

 5 seconds.

 I can’t see.

 4 seconds.

I stand up, I feel eyes staring at me.

 3 seconds.

  I might hurl.

 2 minutes.

  The door opens. I feel the cool wind brushing against my shaking skin.

1.

I open my eyes and see my worst nightmare.

Its Corey.