I cannot believe it. It's just too good to be true. Instead of lying half-submerged in the middle of a sea of homework, I now find myself kneeling on.. LAND. How much I have missed it. I grab handfuls of sand and watch intently as it trickles slowly out of the gaps between my fingers. I remain separated from any form of civilization, but when you've gone through as much as I have, you'll be happy enough to feel the sand beneath your feet, the cool wind as it gently caresses your wet skin. I have landed on a deserted island, apart from a few lone trees, a spurt of grass scattered along the beach, and perhaps the occasional tiny hermit crab scuttling across the warm sand, that's all the life there is on this minuscule island. I think. Then. I freeze. I felt an icy cold finger tap my back lightly. Oh, no. I think. With a continually rising sense of dread, I turn around slowly. The danger meter in my head is going insane. Staring in front of me, I recognize all the features that make up the face of... Him.

The third sequel to Revenge of the Homework!! Frankly, I'm just too lazy to like, write the title and comment from the New York Times already, so heheheh. it's 11pm already, okay. I've been very hardworking and have posted 2 Revenge of the Homework paragraphs already!! So Gloria, you cannot say I don't post (regularly). But anyway, I'm going to watch tv now.