I ran down the street as fast as humanly possible. The wind froze my face and blew my hair in a million directions. I kept running until I reached the familiar green bench. I sighed and sat down on the bench as I pulled out my phone. That's when my calm state vanished. It was 7:02. The bus came at 6:45. I was so late.
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