5 Minutes

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By Not Over It

Frizzy hair, sweaty palms, The heat is overwhelming. Need water, thirst beckons. Sticky clothes and melted make-up is all that remains. Sitting in 7th period, waiting, watching the clock. 5 minutes. Minds go astray, swimming, friends, parties. The clock goes tick, 4 minutes. Ice Cream, vacation homes. It goes tick again, 3 minutes. No homework, tests or quizzes. Tick, 2 minutes. Feet shuffle and bags are packed. Tick, 1 minute The tension is unbearable. The hopes and dreams of weeks to come loom in the hair. No one knew 60 seconds could last this long... Ringg! It's here.

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June 24, 2009 20:07Gemma.

love it(: