twentyfour hours.

I simply cannot believe how exhausting it has been.
With sleep thrown in.
All that could suck the life out of me, had to come together.
It all began with a call from Kelvin.

AS homework was due Thursday. Don't have class that day.
So get it done by Wednesday.
Vista -to download this homework- refused to work.
Called Kelvin to e-mail it to me.
Bidding for mods next sem starts next week. He says.
Rude shock to me.
Continue studying Stats. Feel giddy. Go to bed with furried brows.

Wake up early on Wednesday to study more.
Stats past papers look easy.
Breakfast. Back in room, bedsheet's gone.
Mum has taken them to the washing.
Phone gone too. Gasp. Calls it - no response. Die.
Goes down to ask her about it.
She's standing next to the washing machine.
"No wonder! I thought my washing machine was breaking apart..."

Reaches down once, twice, nothing. Third time, pulls up a phone.
Heart sinks.
Dries it. Tries to switch it on - bad move number one.
Phone grows warm in palm. Sizzles.
Dries it further. Tries to charge - bad move number two.
Resigned to fate.

Manages to get to school on time. In formal gear and heels.
Lesson bombards. Light-headed. Presentation after lesson.
Presentation goes okay.

Mug for Stats in the library. Feeling upbeat.
Goes for dinner. Feeling cheerful.
Stats term test.

Kills. My soul died. Sad.
Walks out of exam venue ranting. Like the rest.
Inside. The soul shrinks till it's a tiny speck.
Poof. Gone.
It's been a long while since I've felt this screwed.

Camped in school to do AS homework.
Realised the deadline is extended to next week.
Heck. Stayed to complete it till 10.30pm in the library.

Walked out of the glare of the bright lights into the darkness.
Comforting. The lights in the bus. I don't like.
Like the lamp they focus on you during interrogations.
Stressed.

Goes home. Clock reads 11.30pm.
Received updates about my phone from my family.
Received a million updates about school work in outlook.

The next twentyfour hours.
The countdown begins.

A tear heralds the new countdown.
Make that two.

And to think. That's not all.