At Home By Myself

for the first time in a long time.

It's storming outside. I'm listening to Rosianna's videos, because her voice is like the auditory equivalent of liquid sapphire, and she's so smart it makes me feel like I'm someone smart, too.

I'm looking for my copy of Frankenstein, because I need to find it for school tomorrow.

School tomorrow.

School tomorrow.

My locker combination is written on my hand. My room's a mess of loose leaf and pens and back to school clothes, all of which shall have to be utilized tomorrow.

This can't be happening now.