The dreadful school bell had rang again,, It was time for class. Again, she didnt have much time to waste. Her face, gloomy, full of tiredness. Either way she was about to be late for class. This, is Lacey, Lacey Stewart's. She is always up on her grades and never let's herself take a break, shes a nerd. Well, as some people call her, but she doesn't want to admit that. She rushed, books in her hands, to her next class. As she scrambled up the stairs, nearly crashing into walls and people as she went, holding her glasses tightly. She cannot multitask so easily. The loosening of her hands while holding her books became more worse. But luckily, she got to the top just in time and quickly secured her books properly to avoid any distraction or so, traffic, to everyone else. Walking into her science class was Mr. Lloyd. His face looked as if he had some sort of 'look',but not in a good way. "Pardon me, Mr. Lloyd,, I woke up in the cafeteria and I was getting my books and-" "Lacey, not this agai

-n." he interrupted with frustration. "You shouldn't overwork yourself on study so much. Now please, take a seat and get some sleep next time." He went back to talking to the class as Lacey went to sit down in her seat. Everyone stared. 40 minutes later the bell started ringing once again and Lacey sprung up out of her seat. Grabbing her books to leave. This was her last class and she got some books for study. "Don't overwork yourself! Just like Mr. Lloyd said." Lacey said to herself over and over. Seems like she got his message, picking up her bag full of heavy, but not so sturdy, books. Walking home, it felt like forever! Only to find out she was drooped by the amount of books in her bag, which slowed down her pace. Finally, as she gets to her door, she rings the bell. And in the blurry windows she saw her mother coming in a quick flash. "Lacey!" her mother yelled out in cheer, "How was school?" "It was fine, I just got late to science again." she replied in some sort of mumble-like voice, but her

Mother always understood. Lacey went upstairs with her bag and heavy books to her study desk, as she calls it. "I shouldn't overwork." She lays all of her books in front of her like a game of cards. Turning on the lamp and music and glancing at the words in the book. Study, study, study. 8th grade is hard, yes. But as time goes on, it may be too difficult to even take a break at all.

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