I ran out of my house. I was going to be late.
I looked down the street and sprinted as fast as I could. There were smiling people passing me as I ran with a frown. I couldn't be late. Not this time. I refused.
I finally got to where it was going. The park, at the swing sets.
"Hey, you're not late!" He looked at me and smiled, blushing.
"For the first time in forever."
(I'm not even going to make up excuses anymore.)
