Staring At The Ceiling... P.V. Briar Anderson& Lauren Wong

The day had finished and I had time before dinner. So guess where I went? The library to finish homework. I had to write a Potions essay. Not bad but still, I hadn't had lunch and i was running off a breakfast of two croissants with butter and jam on it. Oh and did I mention I was up at 6 am? So looking at the assignment, it felt like 10000 inches of parchment. Not 3.5 inches. I gazed off into the distance and thought about the book I needed. 1000 magical herbs and fungi I believe. Now I wasn't a BAD student. I liked to get things done as soon as possible. And those things needed to be perfect. Otherwise, who was I? But when you're feeling that much burnout. You really cant do a single thing. But I had to do it. You have a reputation to uphold! I reminded myself. I shook myself awake and stood up to get a book. I searched the shelves. Running my fingers along the spines of each book. Then I found the book. It had an Emerald Green cover and gold letters. I carefully slid the book off the shelf and brought it back to my work place. I then took out my quill and started writing. This was going to be long. I looked around for any other reason to do something that is not work. Well, that was going to happen at one point or another.