College

She was meant to be at college at 9:30 . Her professor said if she arrived late one more time then she’d get an F for the semester, and there was only so much sweet talking she could do to convince him otherwise.

Sprinting through her front door, she’d slammed it shut to make sure it locked and started running towards her college.

She ran and ran, it was at least 3 quarters of a mile from her house.

She was surprised to see there were practically no cars driving and there wasn’t the usual crowds of people she’d see on her commute. Then she realised they were all likely already at work or college which made her pick up the pace even more.

If she failed this semester, her mother would kill her, and she’d be mortified to be the only one in her class to fail.

Finally she reached the college, dripping with sweat, and totally out of breath, looking up at the clock tower: 9:28.

“Yes!” She said to herself as she saw groups of college kids outside socialising and making their way to their classes.

As she walked towards to gate, she passed by a car window and something caught her eye.

Walking back she turned and looked in the window at her reflection.

“Oh my god!” She gasped as she looked at her reflection and realised in her panic, she hadn’t gotten dressed this morning!

She was still wearing what she wore to bed last night! Which was...