I am slumped over my homework, unable to find enough energy to pick up the pencil. I know I should, know my teachers will be angry if I don’t do it, but I just can’t bring myself to do the work. All I want to do is quads, practicing my jumps until my paws hvrt and my heart rushes. I don’t want to do homework, but who would? Not me. I’m worried about Ash, because of what they said. I had no idea they were a feral shifter… I remember that it was a few weeks after what happened with Ellie, when they got diagnosed with hyperthymesia. It’s a condition where you can’t forget anything, which is why the Ellie thing is even weirder. Ash says they think it’s because they weren’t the one in control of their body, so they couldn’t process it. I sigh, staring at the work I haven’t started yet. I know all the answers. I can finish this, I can solve them all without even trying. I just need to pick up that pencil and I’ll be done within eleven minutes. But my hand doesn’t move for the pencil. I’m so unbearably tired, unable to sleep nor to stay awake. I just can’t do the homework, though, can’t do anything I try to do. The cold wind blows into the inside of my room, and I go over to close it. The sky is dark, clouds few and hard to spot. I can hear one of my parents snoring from their room. I turn, searching for the clock as to know the time. It can’t be past six already, can it? Making a zigzag motion with my finger, I run my hand across my clock’s face. The numbers read 12:30.
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