I hope this counts as completing the challenge! This is the best I could do. :) No critique please.
I splash cold faucet water on my face, the water on my skin trickle down and soak into my shirt. The sensation doesn't bother me much because I have other things on my mind. I watch as the faucet water disappear down the pipes, and imagine my fear going down the pipes with it leaving behind only courage to go back. I have to go back, but at the same time, I do not want to. I look at my reflection in the mirror trying to let the minutes pass by, my reflection tells me that my misery is written all over my face; I don't really care though, I could care less about what she thinks. I just want this to end. I still have an hour and thirty minutes to go; time crept painfully slow when you are miserable. It should be the opposite, time pass slowly when you are having fun, and go by quickly when you are not; as we all know, that is just a fantasy.
Outside in the hall way, a group of girls walks pass the restroom talking and giggling loudly; they are in their own little world. This is what it feels like, we are on the same planet, in the same continent, same state, same city, even the same building. I can't stall for too much longer, I really need to go back to class because our substitute teacher will get suspicious if I take too long. I looked at my reflection in the mirror once more, and do the cliche thing; I took three long breaths to calm my nerves, and walked out of the restroom.
I actually like my class, I actually like my classmates, I like our regular teacher, but I hate the substitute teacher. Nothing is worse than having a teacher that is impatient, arrogant, and insulting. It is worse still that we always get the same substitute teacher if our regular teacher can't make it to class. Everything feels gloomy. There is a gray cloud above me casting everything in shadow; I really wish I wasn't apart of the shadows. I won't be free, not before the hour ends.
I splash cold faucet water on my face, the water on my skin trickle down and soak into my shirt. The sensation doesn't bother me much because I have other things on my mind. I watch as the faucet water disappear down the pipes, and imagine my fear going down the pipes with it leaving behind only courage to go back. I have to go back, but at the same time, I do not want to. I look at my reflection in the mirror trying to let the minutes pass by, my reflection tells me that my misery is written all over my face; I don't really care though, I could care less about what she thinks. I just want this to end. I still have an hour and thirty minutes to go; time crept painfully slow when you are miserable. It should be the opposite, time pass slowly when you are having fun, and go by quickly when you are not; as we all know, that is just a fantasy.
Outside in the hall way, a group of girls walks pass the restroom talking and giggling loudly; they are in their own little world. This is what it feels like, we are on the same planet, in the same continent, same state, same city, even the same building. I can't stall for too much longer, I really need to go back to class because our substitute teacher will get suspicious if I take too long. I looked at my reflection in the mirror once more, and do the cliche thing; I took three long breaths to calm my nerves, and walked out of the restroom.
I actually like my class, I actually like my classmates, I like our regular teacher, but I hate the substitute teacher. Nothing is worse than having a teacher that is impatient, arrogant, and insulting. It is worse still that we always get the same substitute teacher if our regular teacher can't make it to class. Everything feels gloomy. There is a gray cloud above me casting everything in shadow; I really wish I wasn't apart of the shadows. I won't be free, not before the hour ends.