A panicked scream echoed inside a room as a person looked over their calendar. It's already July 28 and their dreaded deadline is July 31 is close approaching.
The entirety of June had been spent on her lounging around the countryside, sleeping, watching through the lives of many people, and more, yet never decided to pick up a pen, pencil or quill or to type anything.
And with the recent blackouts and low battery devices at the days they decided to rush, they were never able to do anything productive. Tomorrow was going to start the busy months again and now they cannot help but have the urge to sleep, procrastinate and let this problem wash up once more upon the next year.
Yet they knew that won't be an option anytime soon, and so, they sat themself down on a chair and started writing.
"Alexander Hamilton who? I only know my procrastinating and lazy ass." They laughed at their own misery of their own doing.
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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | Yandere Creepypasta X Reader
أدب الهواة𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 - filled with or marked by a foolish or extravagant love or admiration
