Next Time

I dragged myself up the stairs with my laptop and my book bag in  my right hand and an abetting, collosal cup of coffee in my left hand. As I subconciously stepped into my 85 degree room, I dumped my things on my bed - except my coffee of course - and placed my coffee on my cherry oak desk, which was waiting for me to sit at it and only get up from it at 7:00 AM to get ready for school. 

Piles and piles of books, binders, and notebooks laid on the desk as tall as the Eiffel Tower. I disdainfully stared at the desk with a menacing look, knowing that I would not, could not, leave it for the next six hours. I plugged in a huge, round, gray fan, which sat on the floor behind my chair because there was no room in either side of my desk chair and gradually started whirring louder and louder.

I inserted the plug of the black HP laptop's, whose screen was only hanging on by two internal connecting wires, adpater to the wall. I then threw myself into the black, leather, executive office chair with my eyes half closed.

I sat up straight and unwillingly opened my black A.P. U.S. History binder.