It was late. I heard a wolf howl deep within the forest. 'Tick tick' went the clock. I was scared, tomorrow I would either live or die -life was my preferred choice. The pressure was too much I didn't know if I could take anymore. My heart pounded against my chest as though it was trying to escape from a mass-murderer. Drenched in sweat, I rock back and forth. The pressure was too much!

I screamed.

"WAWOOT! Chapter five, here I come!" I showed off a peace-signed hand toward the reflecting window -I looked gorgeous even when I was on the break of insanity- I had finally reached the last chapter of this crazy packet.

School started tomorrow and I had yet to complete my summer homework for my AP World History. I hated doing this, since the first page I knew this wasn't the class for me. The class involved spending every school night studying and striving to be an above average student. I already knew I was as good as they come, so why should I spend every night for the next nine months working on a some extra difficult homework?

Of course I had tried to get out of it. I had called the high school on August 28th, begging them with all of my heart to get out of this death trap. The woman on the other end was cruel and heartless. She scoffed at my plea.

"All information about changing your schedule must've been done by August 27th," her shrill voice screeched through the line.

"I only missed it by one day. Isn't there any way you could make an exception?" I answered with respect, even though my inner-self wanted to stomp down to the school and give the lady a piece of my mind. How hard was it to tap the mouse a few times and move me to a normal Global class?

"No. If you would've read the information booklet sent to you with your schedule, you would've known this." She scolded me.

"I know, but..." Nobody read that booklet, it was over a hundred pages of rules and regulations.

"But nothing. You aren't the only student in this school, if we made an exception for you we'd have to make an exception for everyone. And that, it not possible," with that she clicked the 'end' button, leaving me with five chapters of college level reading and problem solving.

I flopped back down on the couch at the thought of that conversation. Although I understand the point the secretary was trying to make, I still couldn't help but feel a small amount of dislike towards her. This was ridiculous, I had spent my last weekend of summer working on this stupid homework, only to drop out once school had started.

I flipped to the fifth chapter. Great, it was forty pages long, just my luck. Plus, I got to compare and contrast the Chinese and Roman empires, how fun. This book didn't make sense to me. If college professors wrote this, then shouldn't it be readable? Did these people fail English class or something? I read the words, and that's all I read, because that's all it was- words. I looked over at the clock, 2 A.M. it read. I had to get up at 5.

Tomorrow was going to suck badly.

I read some more 'words', but they were like a lullaby singing me to sleep. My eyes blinked a few times, but I forced myself to stay awake. This lullaby was so boring, throwing all the right 'words' at me, my body told me, even my mind was giving in. Everything was against me, I had no chance of winning. I dosed into nights abyss.

Death would be received tomorrow.