this is the beginning of a short story im writing.
Clock of fate
I looked nervously at my watch; the time slowly ticking by. each agonizing minute creeping past. I looked around, my eyes wide; sweat beading on my forehead, tightly wringing my hands. I know there’s something wrong; something that will change the world that I lived in, forever.
I know about the bomb; overhearing a few 12th graders saying that they were going to leave school with a bang…
“John!” the shrill voice of my teacher interrupting my thoughts.
“y..y.yes?” I said questioning.
“are you feeling ok? because you don’t look so good” she said with just a hint of concern.” ever since last week you have been… distracted, and looking terrible; are you sure you’re ok, that there is nothing I can do to help.?”
“I’m fine” I lied, wishing to have the courage to tell her the truth.
“Don’t let all of the end of school excitement get to your head, it isn’t over yet.”
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