Bright Stories

Essays

It was supposed to be an easy task - write the essay and move on.

But this was not the correct time. She began to type the first few words : "Public vs. Private Schools"

I stared at the bright screen with Microsoft opened.

Then she laid her head gently on the laptop keyboard.

"Why can't I do this?" she muttered.

Languidly, she raised her head to stare at the screen with the word "the".

The assignment was to type an essay about the difference of public and private schools. A fairly good topic to achieve a good score but was devastatingly boring to write about.

"Lucy! We are going to leave in an hour to Brett's party." my mother yelled.

It was no use of arguing for this essay. Maybe writing it after Brett's party was a better choice.

But alas, it was three and Brett's party would last until six probably.

Meekly, she wondered if she should.

But after the party, she would feel sluggish and sleepy.

Erasing the thought, she searched "Private vs. Public Schools" on Google.

"Ah, excellente!" she murmured and swiftly the first body paragraph.

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I stared at deep thought at the cluttered screen.

Only two and a half paragraphs done. They were not fully edited or filled with internal citations.

"Oh crap!" Lucy hollers and stares at the clock. Four already.

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After Brett's party..

It was six thirty. Lucy was contemplating her options. She might stay awake whole night.

And this is why Lucy hates writing essays at last minute.

Finally the essay was done. Only a little editing would make the essay a bit better.

It was eight thirty-six. And Lucy was freaking out.

She really wanted to not stay up whole night.

Lucy retied her curly loose hair and stared at the screen.

Then she clicked and added more sentences to the essay. It was finally done.

Now the most hardest part: the printer would work or not.

"Please printer.." Lucy begged lightly as she clicked the "ok" button to print.

Beeeeep!

A series of thoughts flooded Lucy's mind. Her printer was freaking out of ink!

"Ohhhhhh nooooooooo!" She sighed in defeat.

Tomorrow the essay was due. It was winter and cold to get to the printer office.

She would have to wake up even earlier.

Lucy wasn't even sure if her essay was good.

"Daaaaad!" She screamed.

Her dad appeared and tried to help her.

Buuuuuttt, her dad didn't have ink and the printer had to stop today. The day she typed her essay and needed ink.

*Next morning..*

Lucy woke up tensed. She remembered hazily and rushed out the house to the bus.

"Good bye dad, goodbye mom," she shouted and watched the air fog up from the bitter freezing day.

She climbed up the bus to smile at little kids, with glazed looks in their eyes.

"Excuse me," she muttered waiting for the boy to move out of the way.

"Oh I am sorry! I was just putting my instrument on my seat." The boy replies and turns around.

He was a tall boy with a slender body. He looked about my age with dark brown hair and eyes.

"Oh you are fine, what's your name?" She asked curiously.

"My name is Byran." he said with a nice grin.

She waited for him to ask my name, but he didn't so she slowly made my way to my seat.

The bus ride was speedy and then she  realized we reached.

Again Byran was blocking the way.

"Um....Are you gonna move?" She asked again impatiently.

She was going to print that document from Google documents but she had only five minutes before class started.

He gently lifted his instrument and started to move delicately.

Finally she landed off the bus and made her way to the middle building.

Then she abruptly sped off to the library to print.

Only two minutes left......

A computer was there and she slammed my backpack on the table. At this moment, she had to get job done.
Lucy clicked furiously on the mouse and typed my password.
"Dang it!" She murmurs when the password says incorrect.

She retries and the printer connects.

Then when the paper is half way printing, the bell rings abruptly.

Swiftly, she staples the papers and checks if the papers came correctly in twenty seconds while rushing out the door.

Fortunately, her class was right beside the library and she quickly handed the paper to the teacher.

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Yup this is a story about a girl typing an essay in 3rd person.

Tell some good story ideas and I shall make it.

This is reality about essays tho...

Thanks for reading and vote if you can relate to this story lol!