{ four }

                                        

                                              
it's been a week since my day at the amusement park with chris and matt.
already, the whole ordeal feels like a hazy daydream i conjured in my mind. i remember the emotions vividly, yet at the same time, they feel almost like they happened to someone else. 
either way, the situation will likely just be another 온라인카지노게임 i have about living in L.A. yeah, i met billie eilish at a starbucks. i also rode roller coasters with famous tiktokers. 
though, i have to admit that it felt like . . . more than that. i don't know how chris or matt felt about it, but to me . . . it's like there was something there. something deeper. like we could be friends or something, i don't know. 
all i know is that the whole day felt special to me. 
but i can't keep replaying the day in my mind over and over. it's been a week already, and they've probably already forgotten about it. it was just a one-time thing; no use dwelling on it. 
what i should be focusing on is the glaring red word on my screen: 'missing'. 
last night, i worked overtime at the coffee shop and completely forgot that i had an assignment due that night. so i missed the deadline, and now i likely won't get any marks for completing it, even if i do get it done. 
i groan. this is really not what i needed. the year is wrapping up and summer is just around the corner, but a big ugly '0' in my gradebook is a hit i cannot afford to take. will it be enough to fail the class? how much was this assignment worth again? ugh, why do i do this to myself! 
i really don't have the money to retake this class if i fail it. every credit matters, and if i lose one because of my carelessness, i will never forgive myself. 
out of options, i decided to write an email to my professor, explaining why i was unable to complete the assignment on time and beg him for forgiveness. 
i've had my email open for the past 15 minutes and all i've got so far is dear mr. johnson . . .
ugh. 
i slump my head onto my desk and contemplate whether it's even worth the trouble. he'll probably just say no and the grade will remain a zero. is there any point trying to reason with him? 
ding!
i drag my phone towards me and check the notification. 
georgie 💕
was gonna study at the library tonight
wanna join me? 
i sigh. maybe a change of scenery is what i need. i should really stop rotting in my apartment and contemplating going bankrupt and failing school. socialization will probably do me some good. 
georgie 💕
sure! 
okay! 8:00?
👍
do you need me to send you a
friendly reminder at 7:30?
you know me too well.
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the library is busier than i thought it would be. 
last minute cram sessions are starting to become commonplace. it makes sense; students are in a huge rush to get everything finished. in the midst of everything, mixed emotions are floating through the atmosphere: there's dread and agony about the upcoming exams and last-minute assignments, but there's also a buzz of excitement and anticipation that summer is almost here. summer, a synonym for freedom.