That deaded moment that presents itself thrice a week.

It was Tuesday morning. I had just spent a great, rather normal weekend. After school Friday I had a basketball in which we won off a Joshua Melvin 3-point buzzer beater. The next day I woke up around 10:30am, ate some brunch, mowed a couple of my neighbors' yards. I went to dinner with a couple of my friends at the Cheese Cake factory. Brittany couldn't go, but it was no surprise to us. We hung out around the mall for a couple hours, and then I went home. The next morning I got up and went to church with my family. Sunday school was fantastic - we were discussing the faith of Abraham. The worship service was also great! We sang three of my favorite songs, and the sermon was on prayer. After church my family and I went to Los Rios where I ordered the Chicken Fajita Nachos with no tomatoes (so they make it fresh and it is warmer) and a side of lettuce. I went home, prepared for Tuesday's bible study, watched the NASCAR race (Jimmie Johnson won). I then headed to band practice at church and then participated in the youth group activities. After leading worship and having our small group (in which Dalton arm wrestled Steven Hawkins), I drove a couple of friends home. I then went home and went to bed. Monday brought a plethora of Literature and government homework. I was busy with school until around 5:30pm. After that, played guitar for a few mins and then at grilled chicken and corn on the cob with my family. I played Legos with my younger brothers for a while. After they went to bed, my family and I watched the latest episode of NCIS: Los Angeles (Agent Callen died). The next morning, I woke up at 7:00am. I stayed in bed for twenty-five minuets dreading the moment that was fast approaching. After rising, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, shaved (per Mom's request - I am secretly attempting to become James Harden). I went down stairs, grabbed a bowl of lucky charms. I grabbed my books and waited a for my sister to be ready to leave. Twenty minuets after getting out of bed, I am on the road. After my four minuet drive to school, I parked my car (in my parking spot that everyone knows never to park in). I walk into school. Greet my friends, settle down for literature class. We are reading Uncle Tom's Cabin. I attempt to pay attention, but I am tired of being told what happens. After Tom dies, the entire class is really sad. The bell rings. I gather my belongings. I realize that in ten minuets, the moment I've been dreading will have arrived. I grabbed my calculator and book and slowly walked with my friends down the long hallway in front of the office. I strike up a conversation with Ally in order to procrastinate the inevitable. However, our conversation ends when she mentions her Letterman. We then proceed down the hallway. I see it in front of me. I attempt to resist, but I know I cannot. I enter the room. Sit down. Hold my ears, hoping to prohibit myself from hearing the bell ring. It doesn't work. The bell rang. I say a quick prayer. It is the beginning of second period. The horror had started. I could already hear the screams. Physics class had begun.
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I ended up surviving physics, but I knew that in 5700 minuets I'd be right back in class.