The clock ticks obnoxiously, the wind brushes through the brick walls of our house emitting a sound of a person does when trying to blow, the sun is setting as the clouds became darker each passing hours, the music that filled my ears relaxes me while I unintentionally stare at my laptop which had been open an hour had passed.
I have been procrastinating for who knows how long, not a single school work has been accomplished. My eyes flutter like a butterflies wings, my mouth open widely as a yawn escaped. I have been fatigue for the past three weeks now due to assignments and overviews that needed to be done instantly. Ironically, schools do not want us to stress, however, constantly giving us work to do at home increases our stress levels. I sighed, still pondering- whether or not I should start studying or write a short story instead, it is a difficult decision to make.
My eyes darted around my unkept bedroom as another sigh successfully escaped my mouth. Eventually, they landed on my window, I examine the open window, I could only see a few details outside, as well as my own reflection created by the computer light.
After thoroughly reasoning what I'm meant to be doing I finally decided to start studying.
After all, it wouldn't hurt educating myself for tomorrows lesson.
YOU ARE READING
A Book with A Series of Different Stories
FantasyThis book will contain different short and/or long stories, some of them aren't really stories, unfortunately, I do not know what they're called. And please don't expect much from this book.
