Priscilla stared at the red box next to her desk. Apple Cinnamon Soft Baked Breakfast Bars. The thought both entranced and disgusted her. She liked the way it sounded, liked the way it tasted...usually at least, liked how it sat there at the ready in case she needed a quick snack or breakfast on the go, but at 3 in the morning, it was just a reminder of everything she needed to do before then.
"Focus, girl, focus," she whispered softly to herself, cradling her head in her hands. But she couldn't. She was so tired. Everything she had done that day had caught up with her, and she couldn't take it anymore. But no, she'd already failed the last AP Physics test. She couldn't do it again.
A spacecraft of mass m is rotating in a clockwise circular motion around planet Q with a radius of r...
Priscilla felt her insides screaming, her brain moaning and whimpering in pain, begging for mercy and gave up. She slammed her laptop screen shut and crawled the 2 feet from her desk to her bed. She willed herself to keep her eyes open for just long enough to set an alarm at 6 AM and type a few notes to herself on her phone:
- Study for Physics Test
- Make lunch for A and B
- Finish dress before 8 tmw
- Check on bill
- Call J and ask for reimbursement
- Check postings
She made sure to save the draft and turn up the volume to max on her phone and fell asleep before the screen went dark.
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All Your Broken Pieces
Teen FictionPriscilla Yeung has always had to keep everything together. Between being the primary caregiver to her two younger brothers, thrift flipping clothes for friends to make a little extra money on the side, trying to keep her grades up while searching f...
