Post by Kenzie on Aug 30, 2013 13:14:36 GMT -5
Kara was planning to stay up late again, but her dorm was way too tiring to be in. Her bed was way too tempting. She had put off an essay until the last minute again, and now she had to crack down and focus on completing it. She really needed to kick this habit of hers—procrastination—but she never really did, even though she constantly tried to convince herself that she’d stop procrastinating when the next paper rolled around.
Kara sat down at a booth in the diner with a heavy sigh. They were open all night and allowed you to stay for as long as you wanted, so long as it wasn’t too crowded and you ordered a meal. The diner was basically empty. The lights were dim, and when Kara opened her laptop, she was greeted with a screen that was too bright. She dimmed the lights on the laptop with a cringe. She didn’t open the internet—she couldn’t be tempted. She had to focus.
Kara was wearing a baggy red shirt that hung down off her shoulders occasionally. She had to constantly pull the sleeves back up, lest her bra strap be revealed to the entirety of the diner. She was also in baggy jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her hair was left down today. Thick bags were visible underneath her brown eyes, and her expression was one of irritation. A necklace rested on her collar.
Kara was never one for school. So doing this assignment was a royal pain in the ass.
A waitress came over to Kara and asked about an order. Kara snapped out of her focused state and quickly ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda. She’d get a coffee later. It was about 9 PM right now. She’d spent the morning sleeping in, but she still felt like she’d try to doze off given how lame this essay’s topic was. She’d order a coffee later. Maybe at 10 or 11.
Kara started to work on her essay while she waited for her order. She was right next to the wide, wall length window. It was a nice position. Moonlight was beaming down from outside. She could see Metric Academy in the distance, a mere silhouette in this darkness. Once she was done eating, Kara decided she’d probably play some dramatic music to get her creative juices flowing.
She groaned as she came across her first block of the night. What should she right after the title? How should she start this essay?
She let out another groan, scratching her head. She eyed the other patrons of the diner, looking to see if anyone interesting was here.