The world doesn’t run on your time, sadly I learned sooner than I thought. It’s nothing like being in the fifth grade ready to move on to middle school, new friends, new responsibilities, sadly new teachers, and let’s not forget better school lunch. Seven thirty and we’re all waiting on our math teacher. Butterflies in my tummy and the excitement of a new school year made me more nervous than a criminal being question by the cops. Hoping my teacher turns out to be as sweet as the pudding my mom packed me for lunch. Patiently waiting listening to the sound of my heart beat looking at the door every time I hear footsteps. Seven thirty five but in reality it feels more like Eight .am more footsteps but this time it was coming in our direction,
