Stevie felt the sun shining down on her, feeling her entire body was stiff. She rubbed her eyes, frowning seeing she was asleep on the floor. She slowly pushed herself up, glancing around her living room. She looked behind her.
Jesus Christ you fell asleep in front of the door.
Going to stand up, she winced, feeling multiple parts of her body crack and pop. Stumbling towards the kitchen, she looked at the clock to see what time it was.
Her eyes widened seeing it was 10:20, feeling as if she were going to vomit. Class started at 8:30.
"Fuck!" She ran her hands over her face, wanting to cry. "Fuck fuck fuck!"
Stevie scrambled around the apartment, struggling to find her keys and shoes. Once she found them she sprinted out the door and to her car. Her heart was racing, anxiety coursing through her.
She speed through traffic, running a red light in desperation. Reaching the school parking lot, she sprinted towards the main doors. She raced to her class. Her eyebrows creased together seeing the lecture room was empty except for her professor.
Timidly, Stevie made her way down the steps, clearing her throat.
The elder man looked up, glancing back down at the papers at his desk.
"Mr. Stephens?"
"Ms. Nicks?"
Stevie felt tears well in her eyes, holding them back as she approached him. "I'm so sorry I missed the final, my alarm didn't go off, I've studied really hard for it."
"And so did a lot of other students, and they all managed to get here on time. It'd be different if you came in a few minutes late, but the test ended an hour ago Miss Nicks. I can't allow you to take it after the turn in time."
Stevie cocked her head back, blowing out a deep breath. She brought her head back down, trying to appear calm. "What's it going to do to my grade?"
"Well it was worth 40% of your grade, and with a zero..."
"What?" Stevie urged him on.
"You failed the class Ms. Nicks."
Stevie's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, shaking her head. She took another deep breath. "What can I do to fix this? There has to be some way for me to make it up."
"I'm sorry Ms. Nicks, you'll just have to take the course again next year. My hands are tied."
Stevie was on the brink of breaking down. "I don't have another couple thousand dollars to take this class again!"
"I'm sorry, but that's not my problem."
"I thought teachers were supposed to help students?"
"I help students who help themselves."
Stevie didn't say another word, storming out of the building. She felt hot tears slipping down her face, racing towards her car.
She slammed the car, fumbling to get the keys in the ignition. Clenching the steering wheel, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out the loudest, longest scream she could manage.
Her eyes popped open, her eyes glancing at the time on the dashboard. Another set of tears hit her realizing she was late for work.
"Just fucking great!" She slammed her fist against the steering wheel; taking a deep breath once she began to drive. She glanced in the back seat, making sure she had her work clothes.
