Erin Stimmler, Week Four, Mini-Workshop

If only I had done my homework
By Erin Stimmler
If only I had done my homework I wouldn’t be in this mess. I told my self that I had to run as fast as I could away and I didn’t know where to go, so every time I came to a turn came I took every second right. It seemed logical that I should follow this pattern, especially since I didn’t know the streets that I was running down. I mean I had hit the door at a flat out run, and when I got to the corner I didn’t know if I could stop. I was afraid I guess and given the chance I don’t know what I would do different. Its one of the weirdest feelings that I think I have ever felt and I am positive I don’t want to feel that again. There was the time when I was in the first grade and got the giant lemon drop stuck in my throat, while I was going to the bathroom. And then I had to walk out with my pants around my ankles and my siblings friends in the kitchen, all because I was afraid I would never breath again if I bent over to pull up my pants. That’s sorta what this feels like, only I am certain that this wont end with my throwing up on a doctor, or at least I hope that is not what happens especially since at this exact moment I feel the need to throw up, but now that I am older I have that much more self control. Control was something I should have thought about back there when the teacher had asked for everyone to get their work out. That was what should have come through my head first instead of the panic factor that hit instantly. Only now I am on some street named Throckmorton, and the only thing that I can think is that my lungs might burst and my parents are going to kill me, and maybe I can’t really go back to school now because you don’t ever see those kids that run out come back to class. All I can remember is the homework, and how I should have just told her about it, but then how was I supposed to know that this was going to happen and that I would be the person who goes and makes a huge deal about it instead of just telling the truth. I guess that’s something that I should have seen coming also, like the time that I broke my arm and I knew I was getting into trouble because I did exactly what I had been told not to do. Seven days later when I could hardly move it, there wasn’t a spot of normal flesh color on the entire wrist, and it probably helped that my Grandpa had decided that it was indeed broken. I finally told the truth about the accident and how much it truly hurt. That is kind of the regret that I felt here on Throckmorton, and now there is nobody else to tell the truth but myself which is not looking too good since the only way I think I can get my lungs to kick in again is to keep running at the same rate that they are pumping. So off I go again, past the first street and right on the second one. Maybe if I keep going at this rate I will end up back at my school, eventually. Maybe it will be two thirty by the time I get back that direction. First street, and then I can sneak in, right hand turn. I could just grab the bag off the back of my chair and take off again. Only I obviously know that I can’t time this perfectly because I don’t even have a wrist watch or a cell or anything. My parents decided that you need to be sixteen to get a cell because then at least you would be driving, so at thirteen they are certainly, first street, not going back on their word. They are kind of just that way, right hand turn. They sort of just stick to exactly what they say. There is no way that is going to work anyway I think that maybe my teacher has a sixth sense that tells her exactly what people are doing inside of her class. That has to be why she, first street, called on me very first to ‘I just want to check and make sure everyone got their homework in.’ at least that’s what she said. So even if I tried to sneak in there and grab the bag she would know, right hand turn. I just don’t think that I am going to be able to pull this off. I guess I am a little, right hand turn, out of breath and very tired now. I would let her know that I was there without even getting, wait a second. I did that homework she was talking about, and what is with all of these big yellow signs, what is going on here. This can not be happening, I am out of right hand turns and I totally panicked for what. I guess going back there tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun. Only first I guess I have to figure out how exactly I get back. First left and then every second after that?