An Art+ Book (1)

homework

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correct!move on to the the next problem.

my hands hurt. my pencil lays there. i let out a groan. im tired of this. i pick up the pencil one more and continute.

correct!move on thenextproblem.

my eyes blend together the words. im so tired. the mirror on my desk lays faced down. the small chatter from the other room echos the hallway.

7 1/3 • -2.6 = ?

my eyes stare it the problem. this time i dont move. my lips feel chapped. the ticking of the clock and the chatter seem louder. i stare. my breath becomes jagged.

"fucking idiot." i whisper to my self. my fingers dance together. my thoughts yell. 'you know this. you arent in 6th grade.' this time i check my phone. 6:46

tears well up.

incorrect.
incorrect
indiorrect
indiorct
idiot.

i rushed. i rushed. why did i rush? i fix my answer. my tears keep falling on the keys.

correct.do better next time.

my mind misreads.

do better

the small statement causes me to cry harder. "i dont want to do this. this is optional." i whisper out. comforting my aches. 'you need to.'

soon my will to work is over. incorrect is the word i branded my self to. i over react. slamming my laptop down as if it was the root of my problems. staring at the closed object and cry harder.

'crybaby'

im so dissapointed in myself. my quiet tears over load into an opera of sobs. i slowly walk my self to my bed. i cry into my pillow. my arms wrap around each other. i try to quiet down but my voice yerns to be free.

incorrect.

thats the word i can only see. shutting my self up i wipe my face and reture to the laptop. the haunting sounds of my younger self screaming force me to continue to work. my mind refuses for the stings to return.

i pick up my pencil.

i continue to write.

correct!move on to the the next problem.

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