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She planned to leave an hour before class because she knew parking could be a bitch. Leaving a half hour later might not screw her over too much, but she preferred to err on the side of safety. Besides, she could read in her car if fortune smiled upon her and she had time. Sighing, she placed her book bag and stood from the couch.

Walking through the living room and around the table, she ran her hand over her at. She smiled down at the black and brown creature when he started purring and stopped to fluff him a few times. Watching him happily she backed away to the counter, absently reaching for her keys, which no longer hung on their hook. Panic lanced through her, killing her smile. The kitchen clock told her only a minute passed.

I have plenty of time, she assured herself, walking from room to room. She checked every clock she passed and ran a hand over her cat every time she walked by. Several minutes later she frantically flew through the house. What did she do yesterday? Where could she have accidentally left them? What stopped her from hanging them up? Finally, yowling in protest, the Maine Coon stood and stretched, revealing the object his pet so desperately searched for.

"Sebastian! Stupid cat," she said, taking the metal in her hand while kissing his head. With a disapproving look of love she raced out the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, or two, when the engine stuttered. "C'mon, c'mon!" she pleaded. It stuttered again as if to prove a point and then caught. Crying out in triumph, she finally started on her way. Light traffic marred her journey, not enough to halt her, but enough to make her heart pound in her ears as the minutes ticked all too rapidly away. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, made herself stop only to start again a few seconds later.

To her surprise, the parking lot proved easier than she originally intended a little less than an hour ago. Slamming her door, she barely had time to lock her car before she sped out of range. Without running, she pushed the definition of walking to its limit. She knew she could, and would, make it in time. Her hand closed around the doorknob and when she pushed down, resistance met her. Dismay crashed down on her. She jiggled the door a few times, hoping it accidentally locked and that someone would let her in. When no one came to her rescue, she pulled out her phone and slowly trudged back through the halls and parking lot. Once seated in her car again, she allowed herself to calm down. Looking at the calendar display on her phone, she leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. "I'm an idiot," she whispered. The date didn't matter, but the day did. 'Thursday' imprinted across her vision. She didn't have class on Thursday.

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She planned to leave an hour before class because she knew parking could be a bitch. Leaving a half hour later might not screw her over too much, but she preferred to err on the side of safety. Besides, she could read in her car if fortune smiled upon her and she had time. Sighing, she placed her book bag and stood from the couch.

Walking through the living room and around the table, she ran her hand over her at. She smiled down at the black and brown creature when he started purring and stopped to fluff him a few times. Watching him happily she backed away to the counter, absently reaching for her keys, which no longer hung on their hook. Panic lanced through her, killing her smile. The kitchen clock told her only a minute passed.

I have plenty of time, she assured herself, walking from room to room. She checked every clock she passed and ran a hand over her cat every time she walked by. Several minutes later she frantically flew through the house. What did she do yesterday? Where could she have accidentally left them? What stopped her from hanging them up? Finally, yowling in protest, the Maine Coon stood and stretched, revealing the object his pet so desperately searched for.

"Sebastian! Stupid cat," she said, taking the metal in her hand while kissing his head. With a disapproving look of love she raced out the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, or two, when the engine stuttered. "C'mon, c'mon!" she pleaded. It stuttered again as if to prove a point and then caught. Crying out in triumph, she finally started on her way. Light traffic marred her journey, not enough to halt her, but enough to make her heart pound in her ears as the minutes ticked all too rapidly away. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, made herself stop only to start again a few seconds later.

To her surprise, the parking lot proved easier than she originally intended a little less than an hour ago. Slamming her door, she barely had time to lock her car before she sped out of range. Without running, she pushed the definition of walking to its limit. She knew she could, and would, make it in time. Her hand closed around the doorknob and when she pushed down, resistance met her. Dismay crashed down on her. She jiggled the door a few times, hoping it accidentally locked and that someone would let her in. When no one came to her rescue, she pulled out her phone and slowly trudged back through the halls and parking lot. Once seated in her car again, she allowed herself to calm down. Looking at the calendar display on her phone, she leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. "I'm an idiot," she whispered. The date didn't matter, but the day did. 'Thursday' imprinted across her vision. She didn't have class on Thursday.