Today was jolly good. I have a short tale to tell, and by god, I'll tell it.
So I'm running for the bus and I reach the top of the hill; in time to see the bus turning off to the main road at the end of the street. I had missed it. They appeared nothing to do, but walk back and inform my sleeping mother, who was always rather cranky in the mornings, that I has missed it and was in need of a ride.
No. . . I couldn't turn back. I was not going to get yelled at, when I was so close.
So I kept walking. Once thought a curse, I know was quite happy to know that my bus picked my up insanely early and had time to drop me off a half hour before my school even started, for now I had time to walk.
The time between my house and one of my best pals, Karen, normally took me half an hour to walk, downhill. Here bus picked up at 7:06 and I had 15 minutes to get there, an uphill trek.
I kept up my pace and walked as fast I could, without looking like a man woman running down the street. I made it with 2 minutes to spare.
I am victorious! Bow to my ultimate, undeniable, power.
- Mood:
Delighted - Listening to: Riding A Shooting Star-The Pillows