The Late Great Bunni
thhhhhhmmmm
thhhhhhmmmm
Fingers of dusky gold danced their way across a tiny keyboard, triggering the
upload of a dozen MP3s and a few CGs while closing the files on her current Lit.
Class book. She congratulated herself once more on having thought to borrow and
scan all the books, as opposed to buying them.
Thhhhhhmmmm
Thhhhhhmmmm
Britney began to blare over her headphones, proclaiming with no real remorse how
she had, indeed, done it again, and Bunni bopped her head in time, causing her
ringlet-tails to bob wildly. ‘The only thing I could say that about would be
being late, and I’m so on track today, I’ll be early. I’m a laser, focused on
my target! I even have...'
Thhhhhhmmmm
Thhhhhhmmmm
She glanced over to her clock, its twin rabbits posting and holding the digital
face. Said face showed not the 20 minutes she thought she had until class, but
a scant 6. She gave a squeaky little shriek and pulled off her headphones,
tossing them aside to where the white bunny ears on them folded over. The
"thhhhhhmmmm" resolved itself into the buzz of her alarm, set for 9 minutes ago,
and she snatched up her computer, shrugged on a jacket, stuffed a sandwich in
her mouth and kicked on some sandals in one fluid arc of motion, then hopped out
her window and began to book across the campus, leaving the grating buzz of her
clock far behind.
The run was fairly clear until she hit the classroom building. Then the dodging
began. "I’m LATE! Heads up! Coming though! Alien invasion, make way!" She
weaved around people with the unique alchemy of practice and desperation,
promising herself she’d never be doing this again. ‘Why,’ she pondered wryly as
she darted between a pair of adorable cheerleaders discussing subtle variations
of lipstick shade, ‘am I the only person I never seem to keep my promises to?’
Moments later, she was skidding through the door and veering to take her seat.
The professor gave her the look she’d come to know, half annoyed, half bemused,
as she glared up at the clock. 7 seconds left before the hour, but once again
she had defeated the tyrant of time.
"And now, class, your test results."
Maybe late wouldn’t have been so bad...
