The Boy I Admire From Afar

Oh no! I'm going to be late.
My heart was pumping so hard as I ran like crazy, like running for my life. My skin felt cold as ice, and sweat ran down my spine. Whew! I stopped to catch my breath, my lungs burning.
I couldn't miss the school bus. I had a long Math quiz, my first subject of the day, and this was our last year in high school. I was aiming for perfect grades to qualify for the Manchester University scholarship program. Being an orphan with no one to support me, that scholarship was my only hope of getting into university.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead, glancing at my wristwatch. Oh no. I had to run faster now, or I'd definitely miss the bus.
Just then, a car horn blared behind me. It was Ashley Farris, my stepsister. She rolled down her window and yelled, "Run faster, Claire!" Her laughter echoed, a mocking sound that grated on my nerves. She was the reason I was in this predicament, having made me iron her school uniform repeatedly until there wasn't a single crease left.
