miraspyte
God I hated detention. For once I didn't even do anything wrong. The guy behind me threw something and the teacher, and guess who got blamed? Well yours truely of course. It was the tedium that got me, just watching that stupid clock tick my life away made me sick.
The modem wasn't working again. The cable guy was supposed to be coming, but I couldn't help trying to figure out what the problem was myself.
I carefully arrange the solar panels in a neat array. Set the wires and make sure the batteries are connected correctly. I harness the power of the sun.
I ran as fast as I could towards the finish line. The motion was becoming sickening as I realized I hadn't trained hard enough for this long of a run. The muscles in my legs screaming for air, I was gasping wishing it would be over. I had to finish. I had to push forward. I tumbled over the finish line breathlessly, raising my arms in success.
Shivers down your body, Eyes look upon you from an unknown location and fear crawls along your skin. The cool brush of wind across your skin.