All I can hear is the sound of my heart beating and my labored breaths as I run. I run as fast as my legs will take me because my life depends on it. Well, my academic life. I’ve overslept. This is my first ethics class, so me being late is especially horrible.
I finally make it to the lecture hall two minutes late and as I open the door, all heads turn to face me like I’m that person who can’t make it on time to class. Even the professor gives me a glare before going back to speaking. At least he didn’t say anything. I think I would actually combust if he did.
I decide to sit in the back of the class, and the only available seat in the area was one next to a guy with platinum blonde hair. He only seemed to be half paying attention to the teacher, focusing more on reading a small, worn-o
