Homework Club

Up at the ass-crack of dawn

Looking back at my middle school days, I was doing pretty good in school. Getting decent grades, a little antisocial maybe, still a bit of an asshole really, but I had my group. I participated in class discussions, topped my P.E class, and most importantly, got my homework done. Now I sit here and think to myself....

What in the name of ever-loving FUCK happened?

Yup. I'm currently sitting at the desk in my dorm room, spinning on a desk chair, fiddling with pens, making weird sounds with a ruler, anything to distract me from the pile of homework that reminds me a lot of Mt. Everest to be honest...

Honestly, the teachers constantly drill into our heads how important a good night's sleep is, but how on God's green Earth are we going to do that if they give us five sheets of fucking homework per class? I'm seriously considering emailing the son-of-a-bitch asshole who made the curriculum and complain my ass off.

I groaned loudly and ran my hand through the locks of dirty-blond hair that stood up on my head, even more so now, seeing how tired I was. Looking out the window, I saw the sun just begin to rise.

I sighed and stared out at the sky...

And slammed my face onto the desk.

I did that a couple of times before I felt like I had given myself a mild concussion. I closed the science book I had to study before first period started in about five hours and laid my head on the cover, groaning some more.

"Bakugou?" A tired voice called. I looked up to the top bunk and saw my best friend (not that I'd ever tell him that) Kirishima with a confused face. "Why the hell are you up so early? It's like," He stopped to look at the clock. "Three thirty in the morning. Go back to sleep."

I sighed. I know he's trying to help, but it's really hard to NOT take his advice. I wanted nothing more than to take a leaf out of my homeroom teacher's book and curl up in my warm blanket and never, NEVER leave. But, unfortunately, if I want to progress to second year, I need to get this shit done.

"I can't. I have shit to do." I replied after a short pause. "What's so important as to have you up at the break of dawn?" He sat up in his bed and looked down at me, blowing a strand of red hair out of his face.

"Homework..." I muttered, obviously annoyed.
"Again? You should see a guidance counselor or something."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not depressed, Kirishima. I don't need a counselor. What I need is for the teachers to stop giving out homework like candy every other class." He laughed at my words, even though I was dead serious.

"Alright then. But you need to find someone to help you get back on track with your homework. I'll look into some stuff for you. For now, go to bed. I'm worried about you, man." He laid back down in his own bed after saying he'll wake me in the morning.

"Whatever..." Was my reply, but on the inside, I was thankful that he would go out of his way to help me. And he was right. I do need to get on top of my homework. I got up, slid the books off the desk with a lazy sweep of my arms for good measure, and crawled into bed and into a dreamless sleep.