Once More with Passion

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

I have to make it to the meeting before Rachel, so I'm running, even though I know I shouldn't.  I just have to make it—Rachel beat me in psych jeopardy today, so if she waltzes into premed before I do, even though no one really keeps track like I think they do, I might just have to commit an honor suicide.
My backpack's slapping into my tail bone, and it hurts like hell.  The straps are too long, but I can't tighten them anymore.  Too short, arms too small.  Weirdly enough, my lungs feel fine, as does my head.  In fact, I barely feel like I'm was running at all, aside from that stupid backpack.
I burst into Mr. Kesiki's biology classroom, which is where premed club meets up after school.
I stop just inside the door, then grin.  No Rachel.  Just everyone—Hannah, Ben, Mackenzie, and Jenna—staring at me.
"What?" I say, breathless.  Weird.  My lungs still don't hurt at all.  My head feels so strange: disconnected from the rest of my body, and kind of pleasantly dizzy.
"Nothing," Ben says.  "You just look sorta... tired."
"Oh."  I wave a hand.  "I'm good."  I turn to Hannah.  "Hey, is the conference getting moved because of all the flood days?"
She checks her notebook.  "Uh... nope, it's still on the tenth."
"Oh, good," I say, because I can't miss the premed conference and I have a very strict schedule to keep.  "That's really good."  I feel super dizzy.  I give Hannah a thumbs up, and then I pass out.