She’d had the sun in her eyes. That’s what she said. It was the reason that her car had hit me while I was crossing the parking lot. I’d always said it was a bad idea to have school so early in the morning. I had no idea how right I was.
I was in my senior year of high school when it happened. Having fallen prey to a nasty case of senioritis, I woke up particularly late one morning, which was becoming a daily occurrence since I was graduating in a few short months. Since school started at 7:50am, I would be late if I did not leave my house by 7:20am. This morning, I woke up at half-past seven.
Since I was already late for school, I contemplated staying in bed all day. Finally, deciding against it, I peeled myself off the mattress. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and barely managed to brush my teeth as I rushed out the door and to my car.
I figured this day would be just like any other: boring and completely ordinary. I’d begin with my Wardrobe Planning and Construction class, which sounds fancy but was just like Home-Ec, without the cooking. I would continue to my theatre and math classes, then would be off to lunch with my best friend, Lara. I would finish the day with a computer class and French and make it home just in time for re-runs of Full House. After a round of homework, I would go to bed and start the process again the next morning. Little did I know the day would not turn out exactly as I had foreseen.
I approached the parking lot of the school. Why’d it have to be so darn sunny, I wondered. The sun was just coming off the horizon and I put down my visor in order to see.
Since our school was so big, not to mention wealthy, there were a bunch of cars, leaving few parking spaces for those that showed up late. Sighing, I parked about a half-mile away and begun my trudge toward class, knowing I was going to be late. I was not looking forward to this. It was my third tardy this month, which meant after-school detention. Great.