(*A/N I own this story. It came out of my imagination, please don't steal it. I also like criticism. The more the better)
Prologue -
Emi didn't know what to write. "Will the teacher think I'm stupid if I use big words? … She'll think I'm trying to impress her. I just know it." She had a paper due tomorrow, and as usual she hadn't taken the time to do it before now. "But this way I always have a plan of what I want to say before I sit down to actually type it!" that was the excuse she used when her parents asked her why she waited. "I'm not stupid I know big words, I use them all the time, but when it comes to essays I always feel weird using them, like I'm trying to get a better grade." Frustrated she placed her head on her crossed arms, careful not to hit the keyboard in the process. She sat there for a moment and sighed, wishing that she's just done her paper earlier in the week instead of waiting.
Sitting up, she saved her measly three sentence essay, and turned off the computer. As she unplugged her jump drive she turned off the monitor and computer speakers, so the lights wouldn't keep her awake, and got dressed for bed. Tying up her bobbed brown hair, she crawled into bed and proceeded with her nightly ritual of kissing her teddy's check and told him good night.
The next morning she woke to her alarm clock literally buzzing itself off her nightstand, forcing her to leave the comfort of her cozy bed. "I hate Mondays. Nothing important ever happens on a Monday; e v e r."