High school was shit, like every single day.
I was walking home, thinking about the maths exam I failed (again) when I accidentally kicked something on the road.
I went to pick it up, afraid I might have broken it, and exhaled a sigh of relief when I saw no damage was done.
It was the cutest notebook I have ever seen, the cover was pink with white polka dots and a big mint green ribbon was glued to it, it was thick and some papers and photos were sticking out between the pages.
As I was taking a better look at it, the book was pretty dirty and….
Is that blood?
No, maybe the owner (a girl I presume) must have spilled her juice on it.
High school was shit, like every single day.
I was walking home, thinking about the maths exam I failed (again) when I accidentally kicked something on the road.
I went to pick it up, afraid I might have broken it, and exhaled a sigh of relief when I saw no damage was done.
It was the cutest notebook I have ever seen, the cover was pink with white polka dots and a big mint green ribbon was glued to it, it was thick and some papers and photos were sticking out between the pages.
As I was taking a better look at it, the book was pretty dirty and….
Is that blood?
No, maybe the owner (a girl I presume) must have spilled her juice on it.