Stories Of Yesterday

The Earthquake Girls

Rumble. Rumble. Now I will agree that earthquakes get my heart bumpin too, but in no way am I tempted to hoot and holler in the halls in the middle of the night. STFU. KTHXBAI.

Ideas In Conflict.

My alarm rang. Snooze. My alarm rang again. Turned it off this time. Then I opened my eyes on my own. They grew big. That “oh fuck” adrenaline started running. I threw on some clean clothes like my apc’s. Bike on my shoulder, I jumped down the stairs. Mount. Mash. Dismount. Lock. I ran up the stairs and swung open the door of my classroom, 2240. I look around. This was not my class. I step out and quietly shut the door. I took out my phone and checked the time. I was early to class.