Life According to Wyatt Smithers

The Calm Before The Storm

School was tomorrow. It was inevitable, I would prepare for it in the morning and march with eveything I possess: my witts, my courage, my heart, my soul. I would march there as if attacking a castle. No doubt I would witness the complains of those who wished that they weren't present and I would ignore such distractions.

This mindset would continue, repeating day after day. But will the cycle ever change? It did not matter, for I would keep to my studies, to my books as if I didn't have a care in the world. I imagined the school as a kingdom, riddled with peasants, lords, and ladies. The merchants would sell their items, withering the minds of those who obtained it. The lords and ladies will engage in eachothers company, oblivious to the world around them. The peasants would no doubt follow the will of themselves, hoping for chances that would be given, but never were.

Forget the useless squablings that they will ignite. Keep your mind out of the clouds and into what was important. I continued to my books, the splendors they offered. When dawn awakens I wouldn't prepare myself for school, for school had better prepare itself for me. Thus I enjoyed the calm before the storm.