Using the few swimming strokes I knew, I tried to make my way to land. The speed in which I was going was painfully slow. Deeply regretting my refusal to take part in swimming lessons so many years ago, I knew that it was too late now. If only I had known this day would come. But this unexpected turn of events had caught us all off our guard. "We?" you ask. Yes, my friends and I. At least, my friends, if they were still alive. I wouldn't know. It came all too quickly. One second we were all sitting together, chatting, laughing, having fun. The next second, the flood came. It surged relentlessly forward, dragging us out of the room, spilling out into the open. But back to the present. I would be safe if I reached the shore. If I had energy to swim long enough. If I were able to survive out here long enough without food and drink. Everything's just a great big 'if'. Isn't life always like that. Throwing obstacles at you one after another, without even a pause to catch your breath. As I struggled on, one thought rang out out loud and clear in my mind: THIS IS ALL SHERMAN'S FAULT.
THE REVENGE OF THE HOMEWORK II
Back by popular demand.
"Enchanting!"
-The New York Times
Okay, okay, okay. I KNOW only Gloria asked for the 'Revenge of the Homework' sequel. But I just couldn't help myself. Anyway, this whole thing is rather relevant to the life of a normal P6 like me. Well, kinda. Apart from the fact that I'm exaggerating a lot, that's basically the only difference.
about me
Yo crazy baloneys. I am a kim. I dislike irritating and annoying brats, long talks and Flo Rida. Some of you might not agree. But there you go. Art is subjective. I enjoy scoffing sweets , snacks ,etc and Leona Lewis. What? No, no, I don't like to eat her. Never mind. But most importantly...I'm fat. :]