when the bee stings.

the wind outside his window keeps picking up, leaving him a little more scared than he should be. he's hungry, tired and really not someone to fuck with right now. at least he's done his homework and visual essay. that's the hard part, now he has to deal with the rest of it. he could just fall asleep and be ready for more adventures in the morning. instead he'll think of food and keep tumbling and such.  he's got about 24 hours before he stops eating for the 30 hour famine. he's excited, but he doesn't want to appear too overjoyed. he just wants the week to be over and to have time away from his mother. he needs the school to stop, even if only for a little while.  he's dying in trying to get everything to work in the little time he has. there's just so much to do that he doesn't quite know what to do with it all. the list of things he has to do seems to be getting longer, even with he starting to work through it. nothing ever seems to go right because how all  the world if conspiring to make that much more homework and projects and tests.  <3 <3