Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fiction

Running, running, running around all day. I turn on my phone, the light burns as I struggle to turn down the brightness. It’s 5:00 a.m. My arm feels heavy, I let my arm fall down and it hits the bed with a thump. I lay in my bed staring up at my ceiling. I know that I need to get up however I stay in bed. My eyelids feel as heavy as my arm as I give in and close my eyes. I open my eyes again and turn on my phone, it feels like it’s only been five minutes. It’s 7:00 a.m. I jump up and sprint over to the dresser. I throw on the first outfit that I see, a bright yellow tee-shirt and light blue ripped jeans.
            I sprint to my first class, but still, end up ten minutes late. I sit down and my whole body feels heavy. It’s tempting to just put my head down on the desk, but instead, I force myself to keep my body straight and head up.
“Get out your homework packets and pass it forward, please.” The well-dressed professor said at the front of the room. I look to my navy-blue backpack only to see that the front pocket is wide open. My jaw becomes as open as the pocket. I frantically search my backpack pocket only to grab at air. The same pocket that once held my homework packet was now completely empty. While searching I feel a tap on my shoulder. I quickly grabbed the blue packet that was loosely being held in the air. Suddenly I felt a sharp pinch as I passed the packet forward. I looked down at my hand and see a small trickle of blood. After searching some more I was able to find a crumbled band-aid and put it on the cut.
            An hour later we were dismissed. I threw on my backpack and ran out of the classroom. I had to be on the other side of the quad in just five minutes. I would have to email the professor later about the homework packet. I get to my other class just in the nick of time.          
            For the rest of the day, I run from class to class. I’m breathing heavily every time I get to each class. From one end of the quad to the other end of the quad. Up and down so many flights of stairs that by the end of the day, I cannot even remember how many stories I’ve gone through. Even, in the short periods of time without a class I have to study for my history class and my math class, do homework for all of my classes and write a paper for my psychology class. I only have time for short snakes, not anything close to an actual meal.
            Finally, classes are over, and I go back to my dorm room. I sit down at my desk that was covered in papers. I had stopped to get some coffee; by the time that I reach my dorm room, I find that it’s half empty. I dig through all of the papers and at the very bottom, I find my math homework. My pencil hovers over the math homework. I work on math and juggle it with all the homework I got from my other classes. By the time I look up from my desk, the sky has gone dark. I look back down and go back to work.  
             At last, I write the last sentence of my psychology paper. I lean back with a sigh. I look at my darken phone screen, it reads 2:00 a.m. I’m finally done with this day. I don’t even double check any of my work. I just get up and fall into my bed. As I fall my body feels as light as a feather. My head hits the soft cold pillow and just like that, I’m fast asleep.