So i was feeling angsty the other night because i didn't have any time to play my narnia ps2 game ...
[insert random class here]was her lest favourite class.
This was mainly because of her teacher.
Could he get anymore monotone? Never mind, she knew he could. Sometimes even when she tried with every fiber in her body to pay attention, it didn't work.
His voice seemed to get even slower.
There wasn't the slightest bit of emotion left.
God, this class was nothing more than a joke.
Slowly engulfing her classmates and herself in -what felt like- an eternity of nothingness -but was actually 75 minutes-.
Now, not only was it difficult to focus in class, this girl is also a son of a b***h who leaves everything to the last minute.
In other words a procrastinator.
Wanna know something else?
The thing that makes her condition, so to speak, even more serious was the fact she's also a perfectionist.
Going back to the real point of this tale, the teachers voice made it seem as though time itself stopped.
Wouldn't that be crazy if something like that happened?
To bad freezing time only exists in human imaginations.
Just to clarify, there was supposed to be an emphasis on the word human.
For in fact she was not human.
