Fluck School

I Hate School

'Time to write the next chapter!' I thought to myself before opening up a new word document. 'Wait, what happened last chapter?'

I pulled up the last chapter I had written for reference and read the last few lines. "Will you be my boyfriend... Oh yeah! Pewdie finally asked Cry out!"

I closed the old document and pulled up the new blank one and stared at it for a while. "What to write, what to write.." I muttered to myself, hoping an idea would pop up in my head.

Sighing, I grabbed my iPod to see what the plot line for this chapter was. Opening up Notes, I smiled and click on the one labeled, 'Ch. 41 PL'. (PL stands for plot line, and yes. I really do think out every chapter's plot line so it doesn't get out of hand.) I read through it quickly, and my smile dropped, as I wasn't too fond with this particular chapter. Before my fingers could hit the keyboard, I heard my mom calling out to me that I was dinner.

My face turned into a scowl as I yelled out, "Coming!" and closed my laptop.

~At Dinner~

"So, how's your essay coming along?" My mom asked kindly.

My eyes widened in horror as I realized I had a stupid essay that I had to still type up! And it was due Tuesday! (I came to realize this on Friday) "Good. I'm almost done with it." I mentally face palmed and continued to eat my dinner.

"I expect you to get working on your history report, too. When's that due again?"

My heart dropped into my stomach and I wanted to cry. "10 days..."

"What? Are you serious? You'd seriously get working in that once you finish your essay for English."

"I know, mom. I just have no motivation to do so."

"I'm sorry baby girl, but hey," She grabbed my arm from across the table and gave me a sad smile, "It's better to get it done and then not have to worry about it later."

"I know, I know."

'FRICK! My history report is like... Half my grade! FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK. I really need to get started on that.'

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'She never even told us how to write it... Or how the heck she expects us to just magically know how to do a bibliography from all of these numbers.. (My history teacher told us to write down the bar code number of each book we used as reference. If you know how I can write a bibliography with this, please do tell.) What the heck is wrong with her? Gosh, I'm so freaking stressed out. I don't want to do anything and I still have to update the fanfiction... Crap crap crap crap. Why the frick is school so fricking dumb?'

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I flucking hate school. I get so stressed because of it and I just want it to end already. I can't even work on my report even if I wanted to because I'm not at home and I didn't bring my laptop with me. I've gotta ask my mom to take me to the library so I can get some stupid book that I can use for reference to for my bib.

School is so freaking dumb. I hate it.

I just want to ship and write fanfiction for the time being, but it appears I'm going to have to dock it for a while.

Once these stupid reports and done and I don't have anything major that is due, I'll start writing again, I promise. I just want to get school done and over with. Thanksgiving break didn't help much after all, because I've just been stressed the frick out because of all of these reports.

I'm sorry to all of you who are ready any of my current stories up on fanfiction and are waiting for an update, but it seems you'll have to wait until around a few days or weeks until I have my motivation back. (For those of you wondering, I'm not a procrastinator most of the times. I usually tend to get things done with time to spare, but for some reason, I have no motivation to do anything school related. And it seems to be affecting my creativity as well.)

Yep.

Fluck School.