2:58 p.m. Wednesday
Stuck in a room filled with chaos, people yelling out "fuck you and fuck that". Not caring what will happen next, he's just waiting for the next bell to ring. While looking at his paper, Joe is in deep thought. Remembering time he spent with friends or fun moments he may have had. Nothing comes to mind while he stares at a blank sheet of paper. Joe doesn't know what to write about his childhood. He's afraid to raise his hand because, he thinks it's a rhetorical question and doesn't like all eyes on him. Joe looks at the clock and there was one minute left of class. Joe was getting all ready to go until the teacher came over to ask him some questions. "Why didn't you do anything today during class?" ask Mr.Wilson. Um....I was thinking said Joe. Well you should've at least written something down like you're name or the date. Well, what more do you want? I was thinking all through out class and came up with nothing. Excuse me, but I'm late to my last class because of you.
3:01 p.m.
Joe races down the hall to his last class. He's running so quick, he doesn't even care if he gets stopped. Joe comes charging in to class and stops from slamming his gut inward from a table. "OUCH!!" says Joe very stupidly. With a now very queasy stomach, Joe finds his seat and the teacher can now begin the lesson. "ATTENTION STUDENTS!" says the science teacher. Today were going to begin a science project. You can do and choose anything you want. The only exception is you need a partner to do it with. Joe looks around the room, looking for a partner is crucial for him. Joe doesn't know what to do for the project. "You got 10 seconds to find a partner, those who don't have a partner will be assigned one" says the teacher. Joe looks around the room even quicker until he heard 3, 2, 1! Times up class. Joe, it seems like you don't have a partner. I'm going to pair you up with Ashley. Ashley was that weird, funny, smart girl. She was attractive, but also was nice. Only when she wanted to be though. Why Ashley though?! ; Joe asks angrily. It's either Ashley is you're partner now or you can fail this class; says the teacher. Fine, Joe says. Joe walks over to Ashley in a aggravated pace thinking on what to do for the project. Of coarse, he doesn't know what to do. Hey; Ashley! What? What do you want to do for the project? asks Joe. I don't know. It's up to you says Ashley. "You have four weeks to start, develop, and finish you're project with your partner" says the science teacher. It's the fourth now and due the thirtieth of October. Joe thinks to himself and says; "whoa that's a lot of time" Since we both don't know what to do, we can think about it over the weekend says Joe. OK! says Ashley very loudly and obnoxiously. RING, RING, RING!!! Class is over and time to go home yells Joe.
3:55 p.m.
Joe runs out of school and begins to walk home. While walking home Joe thinks of the project, his home, his cat, life and what the clouds look like. There was a slight breeze in the air, but Joe didn't care. The clouds were enormous and as grey as a grey wolf. Joe decided to stop in his tracks and take a picture of the clouds. "This would make a spectacular cover photo for my Facebook" says Joe. People drove by looking at him as if he was lost or crazy. Joe didn't care what people thought of him, he was different and loved it. The remainder of the walk home he whistled a tune of his own while thinking of life. Joe gets home, kicks of his shoes, and falls right in bed to take a nap before dinner is made.
8:00 p.m.
JOE!! yells mom. Time to eat! yells mom once again. Joe feels like shit crawling out of bed, wanting to go back to sleep but, can't. Joe walks into the kitchen and see's that he was having Hamburger Helper Philly Cheese steak! It was his favorite kind of Hamburger Helper. When Joe got done eating, it was so delicious, he even licked the plate. Damn that was good says Joe. Joe walks off into the bathroom to take a shower. He gets out feeling wet and exhausted. He walks back in his room and falls right in bed. As he's falling asleep he's thinking to himself; what will happen tomorrow?.
