Chapter 1 I'm Going to be Late, Again.

A bird is singing like it is the most beautiful day.  What the hell is wrong with that bird?  Can't he see, some people like to sleep?  It's not like I have anything to do....................  OH SHIT!!  

I am late.  Crap I don't even have time to take a shower.  I will just have to splash my face and grab a pop tart.  Oh man, my head hurts.  Why do I party so hard?  I am so immature.  There is no way I am going to make it on time.  I get out of bed and pull on the closest pair of pants.  I throw on a striped 
t-shirt and go into the bathroom.  I feel  a little sick to my stomach.  Why wouldn't I?  I drank like a fish last night.  I can't do that tonight.  I need some sleep.  Plus I believe I have to work tomorrow.  I splash some water on my face.  

I put de-odarant on and I walk out into my messy livingroom.  

I make a note to myself, " I should clean that up before I bring home another girl."

I start to feel a little better.  I just need some food. I go to my cubbard and pull out my box of poptarts. Emtpy.  Of course.  I need to get going.  I put my packback on and leave.  

My car and I have a little arguememt every morning.  

So I beg it today,  "Please start for me, please."  

I insert the key. Turn it. Nothing.  I lean my head on my hands.  I need a new car.  Just start!  I get a little upset.  Turning the key again, it starts.  Yes!  I turn the radio on, it's RATT's "Round and Round".  I like this song.  I crank it up.

Pulling into a parking space.  I jump out of the car.  I am running as fast as I can.  I run smack dab into a girl.  Papers fly everywhere.  I feel the thump of a book on my head.  

She says, "Oh my goodness, are you OK?"  

I look up laughing, "Yes, I am Ok. Wha-What about you?"  

I look up and there is an angel looking down on me. The sun has hit her just right.

"I think I am seeing things."  I tell her.  

"Why is that?"  

"Because I am looking at an angel."  

"Oh, um yeah not." 

 She has short blonde hair and she is just gorgeous.  

She helps me up.  I turn to offer my hand but she has already walked away.  I glance at the square's clock.  Shit, shit I am super late.  I run again.  She comes into my mind.  I need to meet her.  If only I hadn't given her that stupid pick up line.  She probably thinks I am crazy.  What was she wearing?  Why can't I see what she was wearing.  I reach my class room just in time for Professor Richards to walk out.  

"Ah, Mr. Hansen."  

"Sorry, sir I over slept.  Is there anyway I can get your notes?"  

"You know the rules, Mike."   

"I know, but I really need this class."  

"You should have thought of that."  

"Yeah, I know, thanks."  

I do the walk of shame.  Not that walk of shame. the other one that you do when you get into trouble and you know it was your fault.  I slowly walk to my other class for the day.  I have to work harder or I am going to flunk out.