Bracing my hands just above my knees.  As I catch my breath.  I am so out of shape.  Well at least this morning.  The near all nighter taking its toll with all this exertion.<br/><br/>As I posture thusly, I weigh my options.  A printing office store, an then other shops across the street.   They bar my way.  For in order to get to my choice of hiding place.   I am going to have to go past.  A risk and a big one.   No wait I can cut through the alley ways.   It be longer but more secluded.<br/><br/>I don't want to run.  That is any farther then I have to.  It is a great risk.  But I choose to cross in front of the store.   Rocking back in my sneakers.  I ready myself like a sprinter ready to bolt out an race past.  Hopefully with no one noticing me.<br/><br/>I take off, my heart beating fast.  My sneakers pounding the ground.   As I bolt out and begin racing past the stores.<br/><br/>So far it has not come to her, to head to class.  Lord knows she cannot afford to blow off anymore classes.  Her partying has already taken her to the limit.  Not only in what is allowed.  But with the patience of her professors.