One Shot Series:Glasses Of Iced Teas.

One shot series: Glasses of iced teas. By @Ainsleykaii.

A little note:

I am not good of speaking English. More so telling stories which is the main reason why I am making this one shot story. At least you wouldn't get bored at my topic, maybe.

I'm warning you. I have a lot of grammatical errors, punctuations, and even spellings. You don't like it. Feel free to go. :)

Love lots *-*v ~ AinsleyKaii.

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"Its Sunday." I state for myself as I look at the calendar I stick to the ceiling of my room. "Time is passing by really fast." I mutter.

A few light sound knocks disturbed my trance at the calendar with my eyes narrowed. I blink my eyes as I listen to someone who will tell why is he/she is knocking yet nobody speak after that. I glance at my door for a second. Then look at my alarm clock. I am not shocked that I woke up this early. After all, its my daily routine.

I manage to slowly take a look at my window. Its still dark outside. The tree that can be seen through my window casts its shadow as the light of the bright moon made.

Another few knocks disturbed me. Who the heck would knock at my door this early? This is still part of the so called sleeping hour in this place.

Curious, I peek to my door with the help of a single lens attached to it. Nobody is outside.

I sigh. I guess its happening again. Well, after all, its just 3:10 a.m.

I quickly shoot my eyes to look at my study table. My papers are still a mess.

Well. Not just my papers.

Groaning, I sat down the swivel chair and pull the drawer to get some more papers... Or should I say, a notebook.

Things were cool, probably because of the air-conditioner, as I started doing what I must.

We have this project in biology. I have to draw those in an A4 bond paper and write every single details that I must.
I open my Mac book just right beside me and plug the WiFi. I waited for a few minutes while I draw my first sheet.

Awhile ago, just before I got to bed, I was scribbling my papers back and fort checking if things were done. I even crumpled a few because they look nasty for me. Which is why my table is a mess.

I search for the infos I need for biology. My teacher, a student teacher to be exact, is a gay and I wouldn't like it if he would be blurting: "Oh hail dear Ms. Hurlinton. For she will be send to the detention office and have her first record ever." With all his dramatical hand gestures and sneering face.

Its so awful.

As I was browsing. I opened my Facebook and get my headset for the YouTube. I research Melanie Martinez' songs in nightcore and continue what I'm doing. I was scrolling down when I message pop out of nowhere.