My Last Meal

My Last Meal
The day before I left for school, I was hungry. I was so hungry, in fact, that it sounded as if a bear was trying to escape the confines of my stomach. Unfortunately for me, there was no food in the fridge, nor was there time to eat, even if there was food to eat.
There was a full day ahead of me. I had a driver’s license test to take, a lot of shopping to do, and I hadn’t begun the packing that I said I was going to a whole week ago. The night before, I set my alarm clock to ring at eight o’clock but when I woke up the alarm clock was blinking, indicating that it had lost power the at some point in the night. This is probably due to the fact that my step dad is a self appointed handy man, and like to mess around in the fuse box in the middle of the night when he gets off of the night shift.
When I looked on my cell phone display, I was shocked to find that I only had forty five minutes to get to a testing center that was fifty minutes away. I...