The next morning, she wakes up from a suspenseful yet weird dream. Slowly she sat up from the floor she lay. She wakes up from the impact of falling from the bed.
‘Tick tock tick tock…’ Was the only sound heard in that 11-meter square room before she shifts her gaze to the antique look wall clock.
“School!!” She gasped.
In the shower, she turned calmer. Not that she cares about being late to school anyway. She never does homework, she doesn’t pay enough attention to the lessons, there’s no point in getting to school on time.
So she continue getting ready at her regular pace and finally, she stepped out the front door ready to leave her apartment.
When she walks past the front gate of the apartment block, the dream comes back to her mind as she quickly just brushes it away and continues walking until she gets to the school late by 5 minutes.