Sitting on your bed, you peered down and watched his brunette head as he headed home.  As it neared 5:30 you guessed, he fished his keys from his backpack and came to a halt in front of a cream-shaded house.  Assuming it was his house, you rolled over on your bed made of white and blue.  Laying on your back, you rested your hands on your stomache and sighed.

"I'm watching you, always watching."

You smirked.

Sweat dripping down my neck, I grabbed my white towel off my bag and rubbed my neck furiously.  I was drained of all my energy and wanted to go home.  Loads of homework were assigned today and an additional test was trown in.  I groaned, wondering why the hell I signed up for Dance Club if I had so much work to do.  Not to mention, I was the Club president, the indivisual who prepresents dancing.  No, I shook my head, dancing, flexing my body, was just as important as school work.  I sighed, remembering all the homework, once again.  I proceeded to exit the clubroom and locked the door behind me.  Rounding the corner, I rushed towards my locker.  Eager to race home, I unlocked it quickly and grabbed my books and slammed my locker shut.  I rested my forehead against the cool metal, enjoying the moment of silence to myself.  The stress was killing me inside-out.  I banged my head on the scrap to clear my mind.  Enough being pessimistic.  Time to get home.