Morally Careless!

It was recess when I returned to class after attending my first editorial meeting. The class was in a hurry to leave like bees whose hive is being attacked by a hungry badger and so was I. I quickly packed all that was on my table, grabbed my lunch bag and left in an instant. While waiting at the waiting area (back portion of school), I was chit-chatting away with a classmate of mine, Amier about coloring books and presents for my birthday without the slightest ring in my head that something...just something that was important in my life. The conversation soon came to an end when my dad's car appeared in the distance, across the road, in the searing heat. I crossed the road quickly to avoid the formation of melanin and those hideous brown spots called freckles. When I bucked myself, that obscure thought became more and more prominent and throbbing in urgency. It soon burst, sending an lightning speed impulse to my cerebellum and exploded with exclamation marks. "Gosh, my Moral Project is in class!" By that time, the vehicle moved and my heart was pounding like the apocalypse had arrived. It's something that you just so want to avoid so badly that ironically, it smacks you in the face. That is how reality behave sometimes. I dare not mention those death-sentenced words of "Dad, I left my Moral Project in school", only to get a brief experience of judgement day if I did otherwise. Careless, Raina! Simply careless! That was all I could say silently within my heart. When I reached home, I lied to my parents that I was taking a nap. I locked the door and lunged at the phone, punched the buttons as hard as ever, and waited patiently for Clinton's answer. After much assurance, the calamity of the situation soon subsides but that feeling of my project in peril lingers on....