Morning Composition
The morning of February third was the worst morning of my life. I woke up and immediately had the impulse to shut my eyes and lay back down. But I didn't, I hobbled like a zombie down the hallway and half fell into my shower. After the shower I crawled to my room and started throwing my things into my bag while grunting and hitting the various items around my room. I practically leaped down the stairs, half dressed with toothpaste still in my mouth. I grabbed a clif bar and lugged all my junk into the car. It was six fifty-two and I had to be at the school at seven. When my dad started driving it was clear I was gonna get there on time. I showed up to school to weight lift at seven and was on time. I guess the morning wasn't so bad after all.
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