"Gosh," I mumbled before smothering my hands on my face.
I sat back, slamming the lid on my laptop.
I looked around the library, seeing that everyone had left - how long have I been here?I jumped forward, opening my laptop once again to check the time.
22:47.
oh shit.
the dog daycare closed at 9.
oh my god!?
MY DOG.
In a hurry, i threw my laptop into its case. I ran towards the exit, not bothering to throw away my coffee cup I left - I'll be back tomorrow anyway.
I ran towards the doors and tried to open it. But it just wouldn't budge - locked. Why on earth didn't i think of this?
How did security not notice me fucking sat on a chair (clear as day by the way) writing on my laptop?
Walking over to a window, i forced it open as I was peering down down the road below me - it wasn't that far. Just a couple metres. 3 or 4.
I took a deep breath, making sure my laptop case was closed.
I closed my eyes before making a small prayer to myself - i haven't always been Christian, but now I was. Most certainly, my dog needs me (the city)
But then i was bombarded with an overwhelming sense of doubt - will i break a bone? Might. Will I die? Probably not.
But there's one thing I live by.
Yolo.
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My dog was laid peacefully on my lap, the daycare wouldnt leave him of course but they charged me an extra 100$. I dont mind though, as long as my baby boy was safe it doesnt matrer the price.
It was now 00:12, and I couldn't sleep- especially from the fear of losing my baby. Also, the fact that I needed to get this project started - I only have a fortnight.
I clicked on the information again.
Dear students,
The essay im setting you all must be in in exactly 4 weeks. Dont leave it to the last minute.
The essay must be on any topic you decide - however, it must be a conspiracy, whether you decide that be:
Aliens,
Birds,
Flat Earth,
Nicki Minaj,
Italians.
Gangs,There will be no exceptions for those who are busy.
You must have it in 4 weeks. Fully completed.
It must have at least 5000 words.
You will be marked, and it will be used as a decision for your final grade.
Yours faithfully,
Mrs Jones.
I think I'll research all the gangs in my area- afterall, they're just conspiracys.
But before I do that, im gonna get some fresh coffee because im not sleeping tonight.
I've wasted two weeks. there's no coming back with sleep now and I don't have time with work and stuff.
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