2PM

Prologue

It's simply ironic how we never pay attention to time, like literally. As humans we persist in a society, where our daily lives are controlled by time, yet we don't value it as much as we should, instead we value the wrong kinds of things. Take money for example, one piece of paper will determine our whole existence, pathetic! Paper, like ordinary paper people!.

If you didn't catch that let me repeat it again. Paper. Just trying to let your head wrap around it..

Plain old paper. It could've easily been the type of paper we waste at school, paper that hobos burn up, paper that we use to wipe our behinds. Yeah that kind of paper. However we value it so much, we kill ourselves for it, sad but true. I'm not saying is necessarily bad, but money is not everything. Some people would like think other wise.

Back, to the topic, like I said we value messed up things. Sex, drugs (not saying everyone is a junkie). Well that's just my opinion, but if you don't get it, all I have to say is that you are one dense mo.... * clears throat* person. You might be wondering "why is this chick talking about time and values? Acting all Aristotle on me?" ...

Well because really we see time so ordinary, the only time we think and ponder about time, is when we are ruining late for school, or work, when there's a party at a certain hour, when you really want to get the hell out of class, yet the damn clock doesn't seem to move fast. Though when it's just an boring same old day, and we don't have to do something important, we don't wonder about it, we just move on with our boring lives, but time is not ordinary.

Not at all, actually there is more to it than we think. Something significant might happen in an ordinary day, at any hour, at any second, at any minute. When you least expect it.

I'm telling you this, from personal experience, time is our worst enemy, my personal enemy, as I sit here in My dreading math class.

I can feel Mr. Simons, squeaky girly voice become an annoying buzz in my ears his movements also become a blur. My panic starts and I glare at the clock. It's hands moving in slow motion, almost as if they were doing it to mock me.

1:56pm

My heart beat accelerates, bum, bum,bum. The pulse in my insides work like a powerful machine about to burst. A ticking time bomb. It's so violent my ears thrum to its beat. My chest pounds up and down to the rhythm, you can see it through my skin. A moment of pain and agony.

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1:57pm

Everything slows down. The whole classroom goes to a complete eerie standstill, my teacher's voice is permanently shut. It's terrifying. *no not again, please not again* I plead. My right hand in a reflex clutches my throat in a panic, as it starts to close from the inside, its like being strangled, I can't breath right, I start to heave looking for breath, then the sounds start back up again, only this time, the noise comes from the hands of the clock, moving steadily in synchronization.

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1:58pm

Still latching around my throat, my fingers go numb, all the feeling I had in them, is long gone. During my turmoil I hadn't taken notice, that my left hand had gripped the side of my desk, those fingers were dead too. The sense of helpless ness was so potent, that my eyes burned from the tears I couldn't shed.

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1:59pm

Now, It was almost dark my body steadily going to a comatose state, I welcomed the feeling, just a few more seconds, and the pain will go away. Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock it sneers.

I count down to the last moment.

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2:00pm

The Clock signaling "2PM'' that's the last thing I remember.