I wrote this while doing my homework and I must say that this was much easier to do than write it. So the times are pretty much real. I decided to write it as a sequel to the first one and then I thought of doing the rest of the week, but I didn't feel like it. This one is based on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Any reviews for this writing out of tiredness and boredom which was probably worked on harder than her homework.

"Urgh! I hate homework!" Tyson grumbled for the umpteenth time to himself. "Why does it take forever to do!"

It was now 10:34 and Tyson had been trying to do an English essay for the past three hours. He was incredibly bored and too distracted to do the work. He'd barely done anything, about 4 sentences to be exact and they weren't very good ones either. He'd had almost a week to do the work but he was the type to leave it last minute, on top of that he had to learn words for a Spanish vocabulary test and speaking answers. At least he had a head start in lesson, but if only he'd concentrated more, then he coulda got it done in the lesson. At this moment in time there was no chance of learning the vocabulary. What even possessed him to take Spanish, nobody knows, but it was too late now. He was tired all day, so tomorrow he wished he could skive school, but Grampa'd know, he always knows.

"I'm never gonna get this done!" He muttered to himself again.

Faking illness wouldn't work either after all Granpa knew he was doing homework, so he knew he'd be faking in order to stay out of trouble. Even if he had the day off, he would still have to do his English for the next day and on top of that R.E. homework. How he hated school! If only he could stay at home eating, sleeping and Beyblading. That'd be the perfect life for Tyson, but that was never gonna happen as long as there was school. Even once he'd left school, he'd have to get a job or go on to higher education. Tyson's ideal job would be working for the BBA, since he couldn't become a professional Beyblader, there was no such thing. Working for the BBA was the next best thing because it was still related to Beyblading and he knew he'd have to go into higher education in order to get a higher chance to get a job there. With the recession and all, good education was the key to get places because employers want high qualified people, teachers had talked about this to death and right now really frustrated Tyson. There was no was he was going to do well if he can't get one simple English essay wrote!

"Writing a story was way easier than writing an essay! Why can't they assess us on that!?" He growled, not a thought of what to write in his head.

He could have been confined in a dull grey room that only had a table and chair in it so he could write and still be completely distracted from his work. How was he ever gonna get this done!? 10:53 and he hadn't wrote a single letter on the essay. He hated his life, he knew he would have to stay up all night if he wanted to at least get half the essay done. At this rate that'd be all he could do, he was supposed to have at least two sides of A4 paper filled by tomorrow- he'll be still writing the essay by tomorrow.

"If the teacher isn't here or doesn't ask for the homework- I'm shooting myself!" He grumbled.

His self-threat wasn't real of course, but it'd really piss him off if he'd completed it and the teacher didn't even ask for it in. He didn't want to waste these hours doing homework instead of sleeping, lovely, wonderful, blissful sleeping. What he wouldn't do in order to spend tomorrow sleeping and nothing else. Tyson rubbed his weary eyes and yawned, what a long night it was going to be, even though it was exactly 23:00. He sighed going into he little fantasy world of Beyblades, food and whatnot. He was now feeling hungry, he stomach growled as if ordering him to go to the fridge and pig out. The thing is Granpa was likely to hear him or something and send him to bed before he's even had a chance to touch the fridge door. What he wouldn't give for the essay to do itself, they were so hard to do, he didn't know why, he just felt that way. There was no way he'd get a good mark on it.

"This is endless!" He sulked. "Why oh why do I have to be so lazy!"

He decided to really try and concentrate on the essay now and not think of anything else, even the music coming from his headphones. Now 23:24, he'd wrote a little more, 1 sentence. This was so frustrating although he was reading the section of the book he was looking at for the essay. Torture, this was pure torture although in most eyes it wouldn't especially in Kai and the Blitzkrieg Boys'. He wanted sleep, he needed sleep.

"Come on brain! Work! Write this essay and let me sleep!" He moaned, even though his pleas to himself weren't going to work.

At 23:44 Tyson relaxed and closed his eyes. Part of him wanted to fall asleep even though he knew he couldn't with the music in his ears and his mind buzzing with many thoughts. He had to stay up in order to get this essay finished or face a day worse then it was probably going to be anyway. It hadn't been the best week, even though yesterday he was the happiest he'd been for a while. Curse teenage hormones with their inability to keep your emotions under control! Curse school with all its work and exams and essays! If only life was easier, but Tyson knew it never would be and these thoughts were just distracting himself from the job he had to do. He noticed the time, 23:51, it was almost tomorrow and today would be yesterday. He knew it wouldn't have been done by today anyway, if only he had brains like Kenny, the essay would've been done hours ago.

"Dammit! Midnight! I feel like crap and this essay ain't going nowhere!" Tyson sighed.

What was he going to do with himself? He had no chance of enjoying Spanish tomorrow and probably English now too. If only he'd bothered to start it earlier, then he wouldn't be in this mess.

His eyes opened and looked at the time 04:12, he knew it... He'd fallen asleep, no wonder he felt slightly refreshed. But even with sleep he didn't know what to write and now he felt sick. A yawn escaped his lips, he'd wrote a bit more, but it wasn't enough- to bad he couldn't just give up.

It was 05:24 now and Tyson had only wrote about 118 words in total, he thought this was going to be a long night, but it seemed to be going fast- too fast. He really shouldn't have slept because there was no way he'd be done in almost 2 hours and that would only be the essay, he hadn't touched his Spanish homework.

He knew that at this rate he was likely to do terrible in the actual exam, it was now 05:48 and Tyson felt extremely tired. Now exactly 06:00, Tyson sighed, knowing this wasn't going to be done. He could really do with, what is now today,
off school.

06:12 and Tyson's eyelids slid down for the hundredth time, he was tired, he already knew this, but that wasn't going to change anything. If only he was able to convince Granpa to give him a half day, he doubted he would, even if going into school in the afternoon still meant that he had to go to English and had in his awful essay that wasn't long enough at all. At 06:21 he heard footsteps.

"Great, Granpa's up!" He sighed, this was a sign that time to complete the essay was almost up, well technically it should have been done hours ago.

278 was no the total amount of words at 06:35. He need more than about twice that much if he wanted to fill two whole sides of A4 paper. Then again, Tyson had never wrote an essay that long, they tended to be 1 side of A4 and maybe half of another. At 06:50 Tyson had barely broke past the 300 words mark, he wasn't going to have the essay more than 400 words at the speed he was going at. A thought came over him, in about ten minutes, Grampa will be telling him it was 7. It was unlikely that he was going to get up.

"No, not 7! It can't be that time already!" He hissed at the clock. Granpa'd come in any minute now and Tyson was not in the mood to hear that it was time to consider getting up for school.

Granpa did come at 07:04 to be exact, Tyson grunted to note that he'd heard him, even though this annoyed him that he'd only got 4 and a half hours sleep and barely over 300 words of an essay wrote, that was supposed to be about twice as long. However, Tyson was hungry and did think about maybe getting up for food or at least a drink.

He went to get a drink and talked to Granpa about being too tired for school. The old man laughed saying that he was always tired and that he doesn't have a choice about going to school. Now 07:44 Tyson was still writing the damned essay, it was likely that he'd have to finish it at school.

382, three hundred and fricking eighty-two! This was never going to end, he couldn't hand it in like this. The problem was ti was 07:53 and it was time he should be getting dressed.

505 words- he was getting there! But there was Spanish to worry about now and there was no time left after all it was 08:02 and he had to leave for school at 08:25 at the latest. Now 08:07 Tyson sighed, he'd have to do the conclusion at lunchtime, luckily English wasn't until the afternoon.

Tried to think of a job Tyson'd want to do so I hope it sounds like him. If you're confused to why Tyson has Spanish homework, well that's because I did since it was based off me doing said homework which I fortunately finished the English badly and my Spanish, but not learning the vocabulary (Luckily there was no vocab test.) Please review!