Sunday, May 15, 2016

21 Claire Jicha

At this very moment, somewhere in this universe… a long time ago in a galaxy far far away… once upon a time… the end?
Somewhere in this, and all adjecent universes, there sits a student wrapped in some very soft blankets with a labtop in front of them dieing.
“I’m dying,” they said, “I don’t wanna do this.”
And so to avoid their school work, they decided to explore the depths of netflix. And thus three hours passed.
“Aaahhhhhh,” the student cried, “I still don’t wanna do this.”
And so they decided to sleep for a bit. And thus 10 hours passed.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” they said again, “I’m going to be late to school.”
And thus 8 hours passed. And although this poor student wanted nothing more than to fall face down onto the couch and never get up again, they knew they had work to do, so they dragged their backpack to the table and died before they could get any work done. RIP in peace, poor student.

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