

Out of ControlIt’s 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.Out of Control
“Hi, Michelle!” I hear my mom call. It’s my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It’s the killer of what could be an okay life. I’m late for class all the time when I’m at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:
Adam
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