8:35 AM.
A street cleaning truck went by Amy's house.
8:45 AM.
About a fourth of the graduates were now at the high school.
8:50 AM.
Amy woke up.
She looked at the clock.
Instantly she went into panic mode.
She threw the covers off her bed and leapt to her feet. Frantically, she took of her nightgown and rushed to the sink. She used the toilet, washed her face and brushed her teeth.
Emerging from the bathroom, she took another look at the clock.
It was now 8:53 AM.
First she threw on her dress and jammed her feet into her high heels. Next she tried to calm herself as she donned her graduation gown, sash, and mortarboard for fear of damaging them. Now she had a decision to make. Breakfast or no breakfast?
The graduation ceremony would be 2 hours long. She did not want to faint from low blood sugar at her graduation ceremony. She would eat as much breakfast as she could possibly eat before 9:00 AM.
She gulped down the water in 12 seconds. Drinking was easy. Eating was harder.
She was more concerned with speed than with manners at this point. Her cheeks swelled outward like the mouth of a chipmunk. Amazingly, she was able to finish the bowl.
Now it was 8:58 AM. No time to lose.
She made sure she had her wallet and house key in her dress pocket, and then dashed out the door.
Amy was on her own now. She had no car, no bike, no skateboard, no one to call for a ride.
The high school was two miles away. Would she arrive in time? Or would she collapse from exhaustion on the way?
Stay tuned!