I can’t believe it’s another Monday.
We really should start school on Tuesday, but, then again, that would make
Tuesday the new Monday. Gross. Why does this school feel so much like a
dungeon? I wonder if IB will give me my soul back when I graduate. Finally, the
top of the stairs. Huh, where is everyone? I’m not that early. Let me call
someone.
“Hello? Uhh,
where are you guys? What? No, I just started my extended essay last week. It’s
not due for another six months. Oh. No.”
OH MY GOD. My
extended essay was due TODAY. I’m not going to have my paper turned in on time,
so I’m not going to get my diploma. If I don’t get my diploma, I won’t get a
scholarship, so I won’t be able to afford school. I’ll have to marry rich and
start popping out kids. I’ll be such an uneducated parent that I’ll forget that
breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and my kid will drive off the
road into a gas tanker on his way to school. The impact will make a giant
explosion, causing the United States to believe we are under attack and launch
missiles at Russia. Russia will retaliate, and through mutually assured destruction,
life as we know it will come to an end. All that will be left are cockroaches,
which will mutate into giants and conquer—
Beep beep beep beep...
...And I wake up in my apartment after having graduated high school years ago.
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