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"Shit." Andy’s voice was in a pitch that would rival that of a dog whistle. She had rounded the corner at five knots and slammed into a scrawny chest and a huge red Slurpy.
Five minutes ago Andy had been sitting in the library, chewing on her lip, blinking back tears and mulling over what Molly had told her. The clock had been screaming at her that she was late and she almost didn’t notice. As fate would have it, she was very late and on the day of her Business Economics final. If she didn’t make it to the room in forty-seven seconds the door would close and she would receive an F on the final which would likely force her to retake the damn class. Of course that would mean that her entire scholarly plan would be flushed down the toilet.
"Wow, where’s the fire?"
"I am so sorry." Andy only missed half a beat and was running down the hall again. "Really sorry. I am so late.." She yelled over her shoulder.
"Stop Professor Ashburn I’m coming." Andy slipped her text book through the crack of the quickly shutting door, stopping the grumpy old professor, whose pants where pulled nearly to his chin, from keeping her from the test.