Late

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JP

            The  wind whipped through my hair as I gathered speed.

            Shit! Shit! I was over ten minutes away and registration was about to start. The skateboard’s speed increased as I was carried down a quiet alley, trees flashing by in a green blur.

            Glancing at my watch I noticed it was 9.02

            “Great,” I shouted to the surroundings, as realisation sunk in that I was going to be late for my first day so I pushed harder with my right leg.

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