"I can see the light, it's so near now, and so pretty,"

The keyboard was dusty, and she tapped on the keys furiously, manning multiple MSN conversations all at one go. It was the time of multitasking. Most of the time, she loved technology for its perks and conveniences but this time, it was a pure pain in the arse.

"It's just another outlet for teachers to pile on the homework from hell," she muttered, clicking her mouse furiously from tab to tab in her blood red Firefox window.

"Damn this stupid thing," she complained, frowning.

Papers were strewn all over before her and pens were lying aimlessly and acting as paperweights. It was said to have been impossible to die from doing Maths, but this one girl found it to be not so impossible after all.

"Raymond keeps talking about his 'Maths from hell' but why haven't I seen this kind of Coordinate Geometry questions before!?" she groans and proceeds to throw a pen onto the stack of papers in anger.

Her brain, she concludes, has turned into mush and therefore, it is the explanation for her not being able to think- she failed all of the tests.

"Whoop de doo," she sings, then curses.

She tries the tests again and again, changing an answer here, and an answer there. She redoes the calculations, tears several pieces of paper (don't worry, that goes into the recycling bin) and then goes off to get food.

"Food helps me think," she assures herself.

Or does it? She returns after hurriedly shoving down Maggie Mee, instant noodles, and attempts Coordinate Geometry again. This time, with not so dismal results. A pass. She heaves a sigh of relief then goes back to check.

"Where did I go wrong," she hums, singing that song by The Fray.

"Had I known how to save a life," she croons, in the midst of wondering how to save her own life, let alone some friend's.

She spots her Biology and Chemistry worksheets in the mess and sighs. Everyone in various states of being completed. 10%, 35%, 40% and 1%.

It was going to be a long road ahead, one she hoped was not less traveled.

She sighs. There were more things to do, and it didn't help that she was getting cramps every few seconds.

"Grawr," she exclaims.

"This sucks,"

She then promised herself that she would complete ALL the homework.

The light was far away (or so it seemed) but it was edging closer and closer to her, close enough that she could feel it, and maybe, pass through.

God forbid.

5:30 PM
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