It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and This is my Story

Yesterday in biology class I gave a presentation on heart attacks. It was a fairly large presentation that was worth quite a chunk of my overall grade. Because this assignment was so significant, I asked my co-op placement if they would allow me to borrow the plastic heart that they keep on display. The advantages to having this heart would be tenfold, but a significant increase in mark for having such an ideal visual was my main motive. My co-op granted me permission to borrow said heart, but reminded me several times to be extremely careful. I initially shrugged off these reminders. After all, I like to assume that I am careful unless instructed otherwise.

As I was about to depart on my merry way I was informed just how expensive and how hard to come by these plastic hearts really are. You would have thought that they were made of pure platinum. I was told that if I broke or misplaced the heart I would be out a few hundred dollars.

That is when I became neurotic. I was no longer Tori, I was Tori, keeper of the heart.

I decided against putting the heart in my backpack. After all, I couldn’t risk it getting squished beneath Calanthe or my text books. Partially because I didn’t particularly desire to be seen walking down the street with a heart in my hands, and partially because I feared being mugged, I placed the heart in a plastic bag. I carried it home so gingerly that you would have assumed I was carrying a genuine heart in my hands.

Normally I dash across the road, blatantly oblivious to traffic that could instantaneously cause me certain death. However, I waited for every single light whilst walking home with the heart. I became so paranoid at one point that I began to disregard what could happen to me, my sole concern being the heart.
RUN OVER ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE THE HEART UNSCATHED! I can recall shrieking in my head as I crossed the road.

Directly proceeding my presentation in biology, my classmates deeply desired to handle the heart. I was truly humoured that they thought that I may give them such a chance.
Hey Tori, can I look at the heart?
No. Fuck off.

I love people like that.