Wyndon checked his watch. He checked it again to make sure he was seeing it right. "Crap." He muttered to himself. He was running towards the entrance to His high school. Houston high school. He was rushing as fast as he could in an attempt to get in before the bell rang, amd he was declared "late".
He checked his watch again. "Crap! I need to hurry!" he said as he glanced at the gigantic clock above the doors of the school. As he suspected, it was a few minutes ahead of his watch. He Was late.He muttered something else under his breath, and looking ahead noticed a familiar looking person moving slowly, reading a pretty large book. He knew who it was. He ran faster to catch up to her. "Sarah! Wait up!" he yelled.
"Huh? Wyndon?" Sarah said to herself and turned around, and saw Wyndon running towards the school. "Why is he running?" She asked herself, then she heard her watch beep, and she looked at it, and saw that it was almost 8:30, which means school started 15 minutes ago. Then agai