Dear God.
Sure, I've never been the most organized student in the world, but I had no idea I'd be this behind. Rising from the swivel chair in front of my desk, I stretched for a moment, gazing outside the windows of my studio apartment. The view definitely wasn't that of a 5-star hotel, but it wasn't terrible either. It overlooked a small, peaceful park that had certainly seen better days; it had been mercilessly raining all morning, and the breeze was no help.
Enough with the distractions, I think to myself. Nature isn't gonna help you catch up with AP Psych, is it?
I reluctantly return to my workstation, my mind foggy with procrastination. Without my parents around to nag me about my grades, my productivity level has drastically decreased. I stare at my laptop, trying to soak in the diagram of the human brain and its most significant attributes. I check my phone, praying for some excuse to get sidetracked, but no dice. My only notification is from my water reminder, which I ignored as usual. Not that I expected otherwise.
I flinch slightly as my room is illuminated by the clash of lightning and clap of thunder, soon followed by my once sleeping dog barking his head off. He slides around the cold wood floor, rapidly switching directions in an attempt to locate the danger. "Bow-" I start, trying to catch and soothe the little beast. "Bowser, relax! Rain! Outside!" This, unfortunately, gets his attention; as soon as the term "outside" gets past my lips, he freezes and wags his tail with incredible speed. My shorkie is always happy to get out of the house no matter the weather. I knew better than to say no now--I'd never hear the end of it.
I check my watch.
3:32 pm
Alright, fine, this is fine, I convince myself. Plus, getting some fresh air wouldn't hurt. Too lazy to go through the trouble of changing completely, I grab my frog hoodie that was hanging from the back of my chair and slip on my beat-up Vans, Bowser prancing around excitedly. I can't help but grin at him; the little trouble maker has gotten me through some tough times, and I can't express how grateful I am to my landlord that pets are allowed in the building. I link the leash to his collar, and make my way to the door. With a weary sigh, I step into the hall, lock my apartment, and let Bowser lead the way.
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Finding Ourselves, Together.
RomanceBookworm Edith Archer is a freshman in college, still new in the world and finding her footing. After living with her semi-strict parents for 19 years and not having many friends, she tends to keep to herself. Slacker Arny Parsons is content with hi...
