Crash Course

You are late. Very, very late. You slept through your alarm again. Your stomach is growling, your uniform rumpled, and your hair is messy as hell. You burst through the doors of your school and sprint to your locker as fast as you can. As you round the corner, you and another person in your grade, looking equally panicked and unkempt, run straight into each other just as the bell rings and all other students file into the hall.