I step down from the tall stool and the mass of ink written papers in front of me. I let out a howl of frustration, nothing can go fast enough, or be learned quickly enough. I open the door and find a clear spot of cement, a nice sunny day, surely it will help. I bring out all the papers and books and put them in one neat pile. Then I add some news paper and wrap it up. I wrote FREE on the sign and went back inside to watch TV.
I waited an hour for the program to finish, and I went outside eager to see the patch of cement. The sign was turned over, now it said, Nu-uh, NO WAY, I BROUGHT IT BACK. In three different types of handwriting. I sighed heavily and sat down out of frustration. I dragged it back inside and sat on the stool for a while, holding my bangs out of my face as I stared at the letters in the words in the sentences that I forgot, wait, where was I? Oh, yeah forget as soon as I read them.
I tapped my pen on the book, and got up again, I dragged it back outside, and this time wrapped it in newspaper. I came back out with some coals as well from the backyard. But before I did that, there was some stress relief still to be done. I went back one more time and this time brought out a sledge hammer, I lifted it up and brought it down on the textbook, whose smile so mocked me, no to me desired effect though. I picked up the loose papers that I spent hours writing notes from that accursed textbook. I tore it in half, then again, then I went on to the next paper again and again and again. Then I went to the spiral notebook and undid the spiral so I could spread the papers all around the mess I was making in this three foot radius. A bicyclist went by and hit a parked car because he paid so much attention to my mayhem. The sun had moved lower into the sky and I knew I would have to begin now.
I shoved all the papers into a pile. I even used the broom to make sure not one was out of place, then I took out the lighter I had put behind me. I found a piper close enough to one of the charcoals that was spread throughout and clicked it. As it caught I jumped away making sure to remain far away from what was sure to become a glorious sight. It spread slowly at first, but by the time all the coals had caught the textbook’s smile was a bit droopy. The flames sprung p a foot above the paper and did a destructive dance as it descended, leaving me a gigantic pile of ashes. It was almost sunset. And I had to be getting inside the house now.
I woke up, the sun was just beginning to rise in the sky and I slowly moved the blankets off the bed, the fan was still rolling keeping the warm summer air out. I stepped outside. Oh, what a dream. Oh, how much I hate summer homework.