| I watched the clock desperately, counting nanoseconds until that second hand ticked closer to the destination I longed for it to come to. 30 more seconds... 20... 10. Very soon now I could escape the horrid chair which cut into my short legs and kept me squirming through my imprisonment. Very soon now the timer would ding and that sweet bell would send me dancing to my freedom. I squirmed some more, trying to unstick my legs from the vinyl seat so that I could make that much quicker of a getaway. I waited with bated breath as the long, needled hand creeped forward and finally- DING! Before they could decide that five minutes wasn't enough, I lept from my prison and scrambled out of the house to the blessed freedom of the backyard. Time-out stinks!
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