I was in my room, doing homework, when I started thinking about how all of my classmates were doing their homework right now. Well, not right now, but you know what I mean. Every one of my classmates did, is doing, or will do the same homework that I was doing. So will Oliver. I know it sounds stupid, but I felt like the fact that we were doing the same thing even though we were separated was a sort of connection. Like we were connected by homework. Wait, that sounds weird. I just mean that, we had something in common. We were both doing the same homework at some point.
I don't know how to explain what I felt. Lets just say that I was, for once, I was happy to do my homework.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
