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One hour and forty-five minutes to go, I think impatiently to myself. One hour and forty minutes left, I try and urge the hands of the clock to move faster. Why must they go so slow? I begin to complain to the only person who will listen, myself. I glance at the clock as a new minute slowly begins. One by one, the minutes begin to slip away as slow as sand through an hourglass with sticky sides. I begin to check my watch every few minutes. The anticipation starts to build up inside of me. Surely, this pent up energy will cause me to simply burst at the seams.
After what seems like eternity, one minute is left until I will be free. Thirty seconds left. I begin to squirm excitedly like a young child watching his mother open the packaging of a scrumptious Fudgsicle. Twenty seconds. I begin to bounce up and down like a child trying to wait patiently in a line for a restroom. Ten, nine, eight, I run to the door, seven, six, five, I push my way to the front of the forming line, four, three, two, I nudge the door open a bit, one!
The bell buzzes as I dash out the door. My stomach becomes unsettled as the butterflies begin to churn my insides. I sprint in a straight line towards a royal blue Suburban that is all but a blur. Although I am running as fast as a participant in the running with the bulls in Pamplona, each step seems no nearer to my target. My feet seem to be concrete as I urge them forward. I feel as if time has sped up, leaving me to lag in my desperate race with it.
Finally I reach the car, my face alight with a triumphant smile. Yet, my race with time is far from over. The last stage is, by far, the hardest. I clamber into the car and order my mother to drive before I even close the door. Hastily, I secure my seat belt in place as my mom pulls into the lane of traffic. My mom pulls up to the intersection as safely as possible. Ordering my mother to drive faster, she begins to creep through the intersection.
My mouth becomes dry as I exclaim, "Come on Mom! Pedal to the metal!"
Before I know it, we are racing along the street leaving the cars behind us in the dust. As fast as we are moving, it still does not seem fast enough. I continue to smile as my destination looms into sight. My grin becomes plastered to my face. I can smell the excitement; I feel it in the air down to my every pore. After what seems like hours, we pull into the parking lot.
We approach the building and my mom slows down. As I step out of the car, I seem to rip at the seams. The aroma of butter mingled with sweat reaches my nose. I can feel the beads of perspiration on my forehead, even though it is less than sixty degrees out. Delightedly, I join the already never-ending line. With a silly grin painted on my face, I searchingly look for my friend Devin.
She has yet to appear, but I quickly find two people I know further ahead in the line. They pull me up closer to them, and as we excitedly talk about what is to come, the butterflies begin to churn harder and faster. Devin then appears out of nowhere, adding to the nerves that have become my mind and body. At last, hope is revealed. The line begins to move as one.
I feel the warmth of body heat as excitement is leaked out of every pore. I reach the ticket stand and my ticket becomes my pass to heaven. Shoving my way through the stampede that has become the movie theater, I grab two seats for Devin and myself. The excitement is far from over as I settle down in my seat. The best is yet to come, and it soon does. As the clock slows down to normal speed, I relax and take a deep breath of relief. The screen flickers, gold letters appear reading the immortal words: The Lord of the Rings. My journey is over, and the reward fills my ears with the melodic beat of music so pure. The nerves begin to subside as the movie begins, and I stray out of thought and time. Victory is so sweet.