“And don’t forget that you have a test on Monday!” my teacher called to us as we were leaving, “And have a good weekend.” “How am I suppose to have a good weekend with so much homework!” I groaned to myself as I got on the bus, “Latin homework, math homework, Texas History homework, English homework, science homework, so much homework!”
When I got home I groaned again. My mom doesn’t let me watch TV, play video games, or do anything fun until I finished all my homework. I took out my pencil and got to work, knowing that I’ll never finish if I didn’t start now. My pencil traveled across the page, answering question as it went. Multiple-choice and short answers and essays; it seemed as if all the types of questions in the world was in my homework. “I’am never going to finish,” I mourned inwardly.
Suddenly more and more homework appeared; it started to completely cover the table. Soon it was overflowing. Stacks and stacks of homework appeared. The whole ground was staring to get covered. It was rising to my knees, then my waist. I wanted to shout for help, but my voice made no sound. The papers of homework started to rise to my neck. My eyes blurred. Soon I was completely covered in homework. I couldn’t breath. I was about to die. Just when everything went black I woke up halfway though my math homework.
Realizing that I had fallen asleep and that it was just a dream, I started once more on my homework. But the thoughts about having too much homework were gone. I was still alive. “I didn’t have that much homework after all,” I mused to myself, “From now on, I will never again complain about having to much homework.”
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