One Day Narrative Essay

I was in the middle of class, watching as Quinn’s blonde hair glimmered in the sun shining from the window. I glanced down at my wrist. It read one day, one hour, and ten minutes. One day until I meet the love of my life. I could only hope it was Quinn. The timer on my wrist would finally fall off, there since birth. Everyone had one, but most covered them to control curiosity. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Then I snapped back to reality
“Oliver, would you like to rejoin the class?” Mrs. Kirkland asked. I whipped my head around to look at the laughing class, except for the quiet girl in the back, who looked at me, blushing.
“Sorry Mrs. Kirkland,” I straightened myself out in my desk and waited for the end of the school day.
Five minutes

I continue around the room, accepting the greetings of everyone in the house. We party and laugh all night, even though I can’t stop thinking about who I might meet tomorrow
The party ends, and I trudge sleepily to my room. Tomorrow would be a big day, and I needed my rest.
It feels like a normal day when I wake up, even though I know it is not. I go through the same routine, day after day. My mom and I drive to school, and she will not stop talking about the mess made at the party last night. I glance at my watch, and the time reads seven hours, thirty minutes, and twenty-five seconds.
“Bye mom,” I said hopping out of the car and out onto the sidewalk. I walk into first hour knowing this is going to be a long day.
At the end of the school day, my timer reads thirty minutes and fifteen seconds. I walk out of the school, pass the buses, and out onto the sidewalk. My mom has to work late today, so I have to walk home alone.
15 minutes pass, and I am almost home. I decide to stop at the gas station across from the old antique store I passed yesterday to get a snack.
When I am paying at the store, my clock reads one minute. It’s almost time! I walk out of the store.
Forty-five seconds. My eye catches on a girl across the street in a green