deadline.

Nine minutes.

I hid the crackers under my bed.  I hid the TV under my bed.

Eight minutes.  

Concentrate.  Stress is a figment of your imagination.

Seven minutes.

My palms were sweaty.  This would be the worst opportunity to a girl to show up.  Sweaty palms.  I haven't combed my hair today.

Six minutes.

Concentrate.  What's the topic?  Okay, I brought up Henry Ford, a mecha anime, and the nail polish I stole from my sister.  Right, it's invention.

Five minutes.

Why did you steal that nail polish anyway?

Four minutes.

I got into a fight with my mom before coming again.  She always messes with my concentration.  Bloody hounds.  No.  Wait, what...

Three minutes.

Oh, shoot, I'm writing an essay.  Razzle-dazzle ending.  Got it.  

Two minutes.

But what should I say???  Henry Ford, who's that?

"Pens down."

One minute.

I miscalculated.