He stared at the clock intently. In just a few seconds he would make his move. He was neither nervous nor fazed; his face emanted a hint of confidence - almost smug. His hands slowly clenched into a fist, as several drops of pespiration trickled down the side of this face. Not drops of anxiety, but of heat. It was hot. The room, though big, was bursting full with people. The doors were closed. To him and everyone else in the room, it was almost hard to breathe.
His gaze never left the clock as the last few seconds ticked by. He did a mental countdown as he continued to stare fixatedly at the clock. Three, two... one. In that final second he jumped up to his feet and made a mad dash for the furthest door in the room. His eyes were now focused on the door. He wrenched the door handle and with the momentum he had built up with the sprint, flung open the door with explosive force. As he took his first steps out of the room, almost everyone had their heads turned at his direction. He felt emancipated.
The door now began to close. He left three others that he knew behind in the room. They did not move from their seats; they kept staring at his slowly waning figure as he distanced himself from the room with his widened steps. Them, and the remaining seventy-three people.
Just my lousy attempt at writing something after like, what, 2 years? It's probably rather bad, but meh, it's a start. AA's posts inspired me to do this, but in no way does this compare to his. I'd probably write some more if I bother, and if I remember to.
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