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going to be mega-late. The next bus wouldn’t be here for
another thirty-five minutes.
As I ran to the nearest bus stop, I quickly went over my
morning list in my head. Four very important things. Phone
– yes. Earphones – yes. Keys – yes. My English assignment –
yes.
Everything seemed to be in order. Now, I just had to
make it on time for my third period class, so I could submit
my English essay on time. Or else…
I shook my head, refusing to even think of the
consequences. My heart started to race and beat erratically
at the mere thought of getting a zero on this assignment.
No way. It would ruin my perfect record of straight As.
My grandma liked to joke and say I was paranoid and a
little too OCD about my marks. My grandpa, with a proud
little laugh, would say I was a perfectionist. They weren’t
exactly wrong.
My perfect GPA, plus my thousand hours of community
service and volunteer work, would get me into Harvard.
And it was all that mattered. Harvard was my path. It was
my destination, and it was where I belonged. Maybe my
grandparents were right. Maybe I was obsessed with the
idea of “perfection.” But I didn’t care. If perfection would
get me everything I wanted, then Miss Perfectionist I’d be.
The bus came on time, and I successfully climbed in
without any more bad luck. My favorite seat at the back of
the bus was waiting for me. It gave me the perfect view of
the whole bus, and it was a window seat. Once my
earphones were in, “Hands to Myself” by Selena Gomez
started to blast in my ears. I leaned my forehead against
the cool window and watched the world move.
This was probably my favorite part of my morning
routine. I’d always been an observer, and one could learn a
lot in a ten-minute bus ride.
Not long after, the bus came to a stop, and I walked out;
I stopped on the pavement for the briefest moment to stare