The Dream

Chapter 5- I hate everything (Ash P.O.V.)

*Ash POV*

This girl confuses me. She's shy normally, but in a group environment she's rambunctious and fun. She's nerdy, learned to play the fucking piano off of YouTube apparently, and doesn't seem to appreciate my nicknames! She writes poetry and music, but doesn't listen to many songs! Who the hell IS this girl?

I sigh, muttering under my breath, "I don't have time for this... I need to focus. What class am I in right now?"

I glance down at the test on my desk. Ah. Hell 101. Geography.

I sigh and begin filling out the colored piece of paper. I wonder why they color the paper for tests... Do they just have colored paper? Do they think it'll make up for the daily torture? Do they-, wait. Test. Focus.

WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT THIS SHIT?!

I groan, my pencil unconsciously tapping a 4/4 beat on the desk, slowly getting faster and adding more beats.

"Can you stop that?", Will hisses at me from the desk in front of me. I sigh.

Fuck you, Ranger. Who the fuck decided Ranger was a good last name?

I shake my head. Test time.

I scan the sheet.

I contemplate crying.

I don't cry.

I circle the answer I think is right.

I second guess myself.

I convince myself that it is the right answer.

I repeat with the next question.

I question my life choices once I finish the test.

I look around the room in disgust, comparing it to a prison cell.

I hate school.

The bell rings.

I cheer and flee the classroom, sprinting to gym class. Actual activity!

*approximately 10 minutes later whilst running*

I hate gym class.

A/N

Thank you Ash for this chapter. We both hope you enjoy the spam. Neither of us wanna study for finals so here we are.

~Sky and Ash