Last minute paper (open)
Jan 19, 2009 14:37:44 GMT -5
Post by James Newton on Jan 19, 2009 14:37:44 GMT -5
James was painting a picture. He was putting off doing something, but he couldn't remember what. All he wanted to do was finish his painting and then maybe go to bed. He wasn't even thinking of anything else. Time was nothing to him. He didn't even realize that he might have skipped out on a class. He just got lost in the picture on his mind and putting it on paper was the only thing that mattered right now. He wanted the world to see it. He wanted to know that he could put it on paper. It was more of his harder paintings. He usually messed them up pretty bad, but he had gotten better through out the year. He hoped that he could do it. He had faith in his skills that he was going to. It was already looking good. Well for a painting that was only half done it looked good. Most people would disagree, but they never saw his other half finished work that he gave up at this point because it wasn't good enough. He was sort of a perfectionist and if it wasn't going right he stopped. This painting though, was going okay. Not the best, but not the worst and he was curious to see how it went.
When he finished his painting he was shocked to see that it was only five. He sighed and then looked at his desk. It was then that James realized he had a research paper due in English tomorrow. He looked at the clock again and was happy to see he had more then enough time to do it. That is, if he got to the library fast. He looked at his painting and was happy with it. He then looked at his clothes and sighed. He didn't have time to shower or change. If he wanted to get the paper done. He grabbed his laptop and his bag and headed out. He didn't care that he was a mess. It wouldn't be the first time he ran off covered in paint. He usually went to his afternoon classes in paint splattered clothes, because he would loose all sense of time in his painting coma. James pushed through the doors to the library and went right to the place he had to go. He got down the books he thought he would need and went to find an empty table. The only one left. He set up his laptop and went to the books. It didn't take long until he lost himself in his homework.
When he finished his painting he was shocked to see that it was only five. He sighed and then looked at his desk. It was then that James realized he had a research paper due in English tomorrow. He looked at the clock again and was happy to see he had more then enough time to do it. That is, if he got to the library fast. He looked at his painting and was happy with it. He then looked at his clothes and sighed. He didn't have time to shower or change. If he wanted to get the paper done. He grabbed his laptop and his bag and headed out. He didn't care that he was a mess. It wouldn't be the first time he ran off covered in paint. He usually went to his afternoon classes in paint splattered clothes, because he would loose all sense of time in his painting coma. James pushed through the doors to the library and went right to the place he had to go. He got down the books he thought he would need and went to find an empty table. The only one left. He set up his laptop and went to the books. It didn't take long until he lost himself in his homework.