57

KATHERINE THRONES

My eyes fluttered open the next morning, and then they widened in sheer horror. Today was a Monday!

"Christ!" I sprang out of my bed and saw that I was still in the same clothes from last night – I had not even bothered to change out of them. My eyes were hollow and even stung in pain from all the tears I had cried last night.

I glanced at my alarm clock, I had to be in school in the next thirty minutes and the drive to school was fifteen. I'll be late!

I quickly hopped into the bathroom and freshened up quickly. Afterwards, I went to my wardrobe and took out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I quickly slid on my converses and I was out of my apartment's door in a dash.

I drove to school as quickly as I could and silently prayed not to be pulled over by the cops. Luckily, I was somehow able to make it into the premises in time. I took a look at myself from the glass of one of the windows in the hallway, I looked like a zombie.

My hair was a mess – I had simply