Nervous

Five minutes. Then four. Three,two,one.Two-ten. Time for enrichment. 

Cautiously I walked across campus, hurrying, too scared to run. As I lined up outside of Mr. Flint’s classroom, I toyed with my pencil, terrified. 

Two thirteen, two-fourteen, two-fifteen. Mr. Flint’s door swung open. I entered.

I looked around the room, looking for a place to sit down, unsure, I gingerly took a seat at the desk immediately in front of me.

Forty-five minutes later at three o’ clock, I exited the building light and happy, looking forward to enrichment the next day.