B-b-b-b-but, my muuuuuuuse. It's like, "You must write more." and I'm like, "I don't want to write more, that's good enough." but then it's like, "No. You must write more." and I'm like, "It's not going to be as heart-breaking and interesting as Unova" and my muse is like, "Do it anyways. You're my *****." and I'm like, " ;~; Okay."
Ahaha, for us Senior High-ers, we have about twenty five minutes after we're let off the bus before class starts. So, essentially I'm at school half an hour before class.
Last year we only had ten minutes after we got off the bus, which equaled about five from walking time that was slowed from a crowd of hundreds of students, lol. Poor Junior High kids.