Never grow up.
Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday. A day until she could see her boyfriend again. That’s all she could think about. Her mom went out to hang out with her friends, her dad was downstairs watching another sitcom. She was just doing her AP Biology homework that she’s been dreading to do all day, because it takes an hour to outline each chapter.
On top of that, she had to finish the first draft of her APUSH essay, outline a chapter from that huge textbook (which she hated because it was not in chronological order), and finish her Sacraments questions.
Right now, she was working on her AP Biology. Chapter 18. Regulation of Gene Expression. She hated how textbook authors tried to make the information appeal to the students. “Conducting the Genetic Orchestra.”
“No,” she said out loud, frustratingly, “Do not ever compare biology to music. Never.”
Of course, they couldn’t hear her, but she was alone and longed for someone to talk to. She was just listening to her iPod. Dirty Dishes by Scotty McCreery was playing. She loved her country, but she sometimes liked her boyfriend’s rap and that other genre that OneRepublic belongs to.
She could not concentrate. She wanted to see him. She breathed out a long sigh.