Vivien looked up at the ticking hands of the clock face, while shoveling the last of the eggs and fruit down her throat. With one more glance, she switched her attention to the tall glass of passion fruit juice sitting next to her on the table and downed it in a single gulp.
She then grabbed her books and sprinted out the door, just as the bus started to pull away from the curb.
Waving her hand frantically at the bus driver was of no use, as he calmly thrust the vehicle into accelerated motion and sped down the road.
Vivien stopped in despair and looked down at her shoes, which were now threatening to give way at the seams.
Shrugging, she decided to walk the rest of the way to school.
(To be continued. . .)
This is the first in a 3-part flash fiction piece. Come back tomorrow to read part 2 🙂
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