I was in school, and when the bell rang at the end of art, I didn't want to leave, so I stayed where I was. When the next bell rang, I was scarred of retribution until I realized that it didn't matter if I missed the class right after art as it wasn't academic.
I realized that the second bell was actually the tardy bell, so I began to dash to the next class. On the way there, I realized I had left my roller backpack in the art room, and so I ran back and retrieved it. While once more on the way to the next class, I worried about the time warps which might affect whether I got there in a timely manner.
Posted by Trevor Savage at October 10, 2004 9:19 PM