LX
THE WEEK BEFORE THE EXAMS came in like a tidal wave.
Laia groans as she once again stole a glance at the nearby calendar that hung on her wall.
Saturday. 4 PM. Approximately less than forty hours before it's Monday and the first day of the exams.
"Fuck," Laia twirled the pen that she was holding in her fingers as she tried to refocus on the textbook she was reading and making notes on. "This is making my head hurt,"
Groaning in annoyance at how her headache didn't subside regardless of how she repeatedly rubbed her temples, the girl pushes the textbook aside and opted to just check her phone to see if she received any messages or notifications.
As if shifting her focus would subside the headache, the girl thinks. She also resists the urge to facepalm after that thought.
No messages or notifications welcomed the girl.