I check the calendar. The deadline is here. With mere hours remaining I feel the stress creep in and my muscles tense in worry. It's not that I don't have confidence in my work, It's just the anticipation of it all. I try to bury my anxiety as I eat the chicken and waffles my mom made me for breakfast, and even though it’s my favorite, I still can’t seem to fully focus on anything but the persistent countdown in my head.
I attempt again to calm my nerves as I climb into my mom's convertible, and I finally manage to relax when the gentle sunshine hits my face. My eyelids drop closed and I settle into my seat for the long ride.
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Short StoryI have a class that demands I write a story according to a prompt every week and I'm behind, so I figured posting them on here might help encourage me to get my shit done. I've already finished and turned in weeks 1 and 2, so we're skipping those. ...
