DannyMay 2019. Day Fifteen
"Finals"
Danny stared at the half filled paper on his desk with a headache forming on his temples, a pencil held tightly on his hand and a scowl on his face.
He looked away, resting his sight from all the small words on bright white paper, and glanced at Tucker, who had his cheek resting against his fist while he thought of his answer.
Danny brought his eyes back to his own test, when even the suggestion on the back of his mind brought forth images of the Nasty Burger exploding, his friends dying, and a maniacal laughter.
All his fault.
Ok, this may not be my best, but I really like it. If only because it's a drabble! In the classic sense of the world, in which (withouth title and AN) it is only one hundred words long. No more, no less.
I read on tumblr that drabbles were one of the best ways to practice editing, so here I am!