Oct, 26th; 11:27AM
The hour hand approaches ever closer to the twelve, and the minute hand follows. His heart beats faster, his legs quake in eagerness. He rubs tiredness from his eyes, the day may be coming to a close, but his day must continue. However, time is of the essence – so he reads faster. His heart aches as his back follows. He wonders what it takes to capture his princess; he picks up a pencil & etches down a quick note.
Tock, the hand falls upon his ninth hash away from the twelve. Damn, will he finish on time? He quickly shoves the short love story down and picks up his pencil, a finely tuned machine. His mind settles on his princess once again, wonders what it would feel like, to embrace her, hold her closely and listen to her heartbeat.
Tick, the sound of the clock snaps him back. How did he lose three minutes already? Turning the page, gobbles another story again, how did he get another love story; this may be more than coincidence.
His pencil scribbles as to fight the dancing of the clock, his eyes fight with his mind – he continues with some twisted sense of motivation, felt by no one but himself. His only goal is to relax and daydream of his princess. To see her cheeks tear with happiness, revealing her beautiful smile, see her eyes fill with joy as he holds her hand.
Thirty seconds left on the countdown, he puts his pencil in his pocket, easy enough. He stands up, turns in his quiz and answer sheet. He walks out from his class, eagerly awaiting his prize.
Waiting for her to come into his life.
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