Procrastinating

Procrastinating

         In a frantic state, he dashes up the four flights of stairs to his dorm room. He fumbles the door's key code lock twice. Scared that the security locking mechanism would lock him out for the whole day, he cautiously keys in the code for his last attempt. The green light glows; without rejoicing, he forces himself through the door and runs to a chair in front of a white screen that needs to be less blank.
         After twelve seconds, a flurry of thoughts ignites his brain. He pounds the keyboard as hard as he can, hoping that strength has the ability to create brilliance. The keyboard keys click back, screaming the words and the phrases in dire pain.
         He looks to the clock. It tells a time but not enough before his class starts. Sweat seeps from his pores. The clicking slows down but is still tense. The last bit of black words ends with a dot. He scans the document for Christmas colors and finds a green squiggle justifying a grammatical fragment to reconsider. Ignoring it he finds print and clicks it.
         A message notifies him to stop being cheap and buy more paper. Instead of listening, he panics. Then he stops panicking, looks to his roommate's printer and notices the full paper tray. He runs across the room barreling over a case of energy drinks, and then reaches for a piece of printer paper. Throwing the piece of paper into his printer, he hits reset.
         Once the printing finishes, he grabs it and runs out of the room, back down the stairs, and towards the building across the quad.
         Some of his classmates stand outside the classroom. He breathes more calmly and reads his story. It was a dark misty knight but you heard her screams.


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