ADD. Before I even knew what it was, I knew it was mine. Covering me like a warm blanket, it was my backup, the Robin to my Batman. Driving down streets in my Batmobile, I’m speeding towards Gotham Highrise. Everything around me blurs by as I dart through the dark streets, brimming with crime. Finally, I reach Gotham Highrise with its looming turrets of black metal, glass, and concrete. Getting out of the Batmobile I scan my surroundings and check to make sure my Batcape is in place. Holding tight to my Batgun, I steadily approach the massive black doors. It has just started to rain when out of nowhere appears a big, evil- STOP! “Just try to focus on the story,” I tell myself.
Keeping my mind focused is something I constantly struggle with. Lane changes occur often and frequently on the highway of my mind, whereas everyone else seems to have taken a one-lane road. My plan was to ask Sarah Johnson to the prom by fourth period today. Naturally, I got myself landed in ISS by second for forgetting to turn off the volume on my cell phone. Owen, that idiot, had sent me a test-message reading “Ask her before Wilson can!” Pug-nosed Wilson will probably beat me to her now, forcing me to ask dull Jane Waters. Quietly condemning high school as the most unfair of all places, I try to think up a plan of action. “Running out of here is always an option,” I think to myself. Stealing a glance at the brawny supervisor Ms. Wallingford, I veto that idea.
Unable to do anything but wait, I spring from my seat when the lunch bell rings. Violently pushing through the halls, I finally arrive in the cafeteria, only to find out that Sarah is in the library. “Wilson better not be there,” I thought as I pushed through the library doors. Xerox machines humming, I spotted Sarah among the rows of books. “You don’t have a prom date yet do you?” I choked out. “Zach,” she said, “I thought you’d never ask.”