“Wake up,” the voice is followed by a finger digging into my check. My hand floats, trying to touch the owner's finger. “Wake up, Brook,” the voice repeats, and the finger prods me again, but this time frequently. “Go away,” I moan, squirming. "Get out of my bed, Brook. Classes start in two hours.", one last smack is delivered to my cheek before my eyes are forced open. “Look who’s awake,” Niall jokes. Another moan escapes my lips, and my weak body reluctantly rolls onto Niall's bed and, being my sad self, lets my body hit the floor. “Why do you always do this?” » Niall asks, stifling a laugh. "It's fun, you should try it," I say, even though every time I do it it really hurts. "Yeah, when you wince in pain, I can tell how much fun you're having," "I'm leaving now. I warn him as I arrive at his door. He doesn't answer, but he makes fun of me like an asshole. He's still doing it when I get to his front door, and I hear Harry from his room telling Niall to shut up. When I finally get to my room, I get ready. Do various preparation activities, such as getting dressed, packing my bag, and meditating. I don't particularly like meditating, it never really does anything to calm me down. For example, I just meditated and, right now, I'm still petrified about the possible consequences of this day. To me, meditating seems like a waste of time, but my therapist says it's good for me, and what do I know about a therapist? I leave my room in a hurry, knowing that I only have fifteen minuets left before my first class. I get to the classroom in ten minutes and stand there, getting ready. Okay, Brook, you can do this. Don't be afraid. Come in, no one will pay attention to you... middle of paper ... and start drawing his portrait. He leans back in his chair, which is probably his comfortable position. I spend a lot more time on my portrait than Harry. I think I can draw, I guess. I'm a good drawer, better than Harry of course, without having a big head or anything. I'm also much more patient than Harry, instead of complaining like Harry, I almost fell asleep. Which I think is better than what he continued to do while complaining. Harry told me several times - and I quote - "hurry up". To say Harry has a bad mouth would be an understatement. I hand him the sketchbook and let him inspect my work. His eyes scan the cartridge paper, taking in the sight. I see him say “wow” and I smile. When he looks up, he notices my smile: “it’s horrible.” » he snaps, wrinkling his nose in disgust and throwing the tampon at me.***VoteCommentHow was it?Bye :)