Slaming the door shut you mumble under your breat,"fuck off bitch." Jumping off you porch steps you land with a thud, continuing to run up your long driveway.
Hearing the bus come to a screeching halt futher up the driveway you pannic, thinking your not going to make it. You pick up the pace, cuz if you miss the bus you'll have to walk, and thats a 7 mile run,wether your on in good shape or not, its not easy. You run continuesly at a breakneck pace, after all you are on the track team, you can handle it, you hope....