I finish about half of the salad by the time the bell rings. When it does, i go to my locker and get my supplies for creative writing. When I get there, there are sheets of paper and colored pencils, markers, crayons, acrylic paint all on the table. It looks like i stepped into a weak version of my art class. When the bell rings and everyone is seated, our teacher, Mr. Jones, tells us we have to create a story out of drawings. And then we have to write an Actual story. I dont complain because I mean its art and I'm pretty good at that.

By the end of the class i have an idea for the storyline: *insert umbrella academy plot here (ill do it later im in a rush)*
When i show it to the teacher for approval, he seems pretty interested and is very encouraging. I fly past all of my classes and by the end of the day, i just want to crawl in bed and sleep. But when I go home, i go straight to the basement on the elliptical. I spend about 45 minutes on there and then go upstairs to start my homework. I finish all of it in twenty minutes and by then its only 3:45. I stay up there until mom calls me down for dinner.

Notes

Sorry for the shortness, i just really wanted to get something up(: comment rate subscribe <3