The Mundane Artist

"I'll take you to a therapist," said his friend. "I don't need a damn therapist!" he screamed.  "Dude you haven't been out in a month. It's eating you, don't you see?"  "Get out," he said.  "I'm taking you to a therapist tomorrow. Be ready at 4," his friend said before walking out of the door.  "Whatever," he whispered to himself.  ~~~~~ "What the hell man?" screamed a groggy voice.  "Wake up!" his friend shook him, and pulled his blanket off.  "Are you insane? What time is it?" he asked, and grabbed his phone to check the time. "It's 4 in the bloody morning. Are you crazy? Get the hell out of my house, and let me sleep," he shouted.  "Shh, do you want to wake your parents up? I know it's bloody 4 in the morning. I got a C in math, but I can very well read time."  "Oh that's great. So now kind...

"What? Are you serious? But I really have to get to school! Argh, fine." Harleen sighed. She locked her door, and stomped, rather than walked downstairs. She was so angry. Her driver ditched her at the last moment. She would've been very understanding if only this last moment of cancellation hadn't occurred before. She started her journey from her house towards school. The school was closed for the winter, but a few diligent teachers wanted to take some tests, classes and get students to submit their due assignments. But Harleen was a smart kid. She wasn't going to school for any of that. After all, she studied well, and her assignments were submitted on or before the due dates. She was going to school for her applications to be filled by the teachers for college. College. Graduation. She detested these two words. And these two words had been revolving around her from the past few months, and future few too, it seemed. This added to the apathetic behaviour of...