The Hunt (One-Shot)

Random pieces of artwork, music, and articles of clothing were littered across the floor. Dianne mumbled incoherent curses to herself as she shoved those currently unimportant items, impatience growing to a new level with ever second lost. The clock was ticking almost tauntingly, and she was running out of time.
Suddenly, Diannes most-of-the-time blind eyes spotted what she was looking for, and her hand shot out - almost as if the object were going to get up and walk away - as she gave a cry of triumph. Now, all she needed to do, was find the other half of this precious item. With a quick glance at the clock, Dianne gasped and searched even more frantically than before, if that was possible.
The clock had read four minutes as she was getting to the point of giving up, when something caught her eye again. The other half was there, laying across the room. Quickly stumbling over the obstacle of clothes, Dianne reached, only to have her arm cut short. Yet another obstacle blocked her destination to success.
With an exasperated sigh, she backed off to better see what was taking more time. The desk she used every day was hooked to another piece of furniture, and a large plate of metal was in between, which kept her from getting to it. Sadly, there wasnt any way around it, meaning shed have to make a daring leap. Though she tried out for track, the hurdles were never her forte. There was no other way, it was either this, or face punishment.
Using as much leg force as she possibly could, she leapt forward at an arch, giving a small grunt. Once she miraculously cleared the metal, she Dianne didnt dare waste time in celebration. Quickly grabbing what she needed, she faced her obstacle, and leapt again.
This time, she wasnt as lucky. Having the same problem when she tried out for hurdles, she leapt to low, and her foot caught on the metal, sending her propelling uncontrollably to the ground.
Fate took pity on her failing leap, and she fell on the pile of clothes, big enough to cushion the blow of her land. As fast as she fell, she got back up, quickly slipping the prized possessions onto her feet, and grabbing her bag, sprinting out of the door, and down the street. Down at the corner was her method of transportation along with many other peoples, and she pushed her small legs to carry her as fast as they could.
Once again, luck was upon her, and someone spotted her desperate advance. That person took pity on her, dropping his books and folders, papers scattering. The driver of the transportation had to get out and get the papers from underneath due to safety violations.
Just as the last item was placed back in his hands, Dianne reached the bus, and she hurried up the steps, flopping into her seat. Leaning against the window, she let her eyes slide closed; shed made it in time, meaning no late passes, or Saturday schools.
The annoying beep beep beeping of her alarm jolted her awake, and Dianne sat up, getting dressed for school. As she finished, she looked for her shoes, but couldnt find them in her messy room. As soon as that thought came to her, realization slammed on her like a pile of bricks, making her face pale at the deja vu of it all. Giving a groan of displeasure, she started her search.
The hunt had begun again.
With this story I was accepted into my competing group, and went on to win seventh place of the top fifteen of hundreds of kids, so... but then when I went to the next competition, I bombed =[