36 hours...
  Hanna called out to her friend Jory at
8:00am
  She walked ther ten year-old brother to school at
9:30am
  Afterschool, she hung out with her multiple friends and rode the train to Central Park,
  She arrived home at
12:00 am
  and her father soundly beat her.
  Understandably.

24 hours...
  Hanna skipped the first two classes and arrived at school at
11:49 am
  She made out with her first boyfriend, Marcus, behind the dark school   stairs during lunch.
  Than, at
1:46 pm
  during Calculus, Angela, her best friend, subtly slipped
  some **** into her knockoff bag.
  At
10:35 pm
  Hanna fell asleep reading Hamlet.

12 hours...
  Hanna found out Angela was in a serious street accident yesterday, but she had made it.
  Yet, she decided no to visit and go to school
  solving Angela's problems for her.

30 minutes...
  Hanna broke up with Marcus and went back to those same stairs to think.

15 minutes...
  She picked herself up, but left behind her knockoff.

2 minutes...
  She decided not to pickup her brother.

Almost...
   There...
      Instantaneously.

Now Hanna exists only in our minds,
only to really live through my mouth.
Where she was last, her toes were bare,
her knees bent.
A classic diver's pose;
arms out.
  A perfect splash, barely caused a ripple.
The audience, a monarch, flitting through and quiet.