Colliding With the Past

***Marcella***

My Converse sneakers squeaked harshly against the polished linoleum floor. I sprinted past the endless rows of blue metal lockers, my heavy backpack slapping against my shoulder blades with every frantic step. I was severely late for first period. My alarm had failed me, but the real culprit was my own racing mind. I had spent the entire night and morning replaying the disaster at