The day had finally arrived...
They day they all had been dreading and at the same time anxiously awaiting... that cold day was one in which they were going to BJ festival.
The weekend before, although supossed to be spent working ahead on homework, had been spent studying for Monday's tests, packing, memorizing and for one stressed out girl, dancing.
Juggling all those things had been a challenge, but she still managed to keep one small step ahead. The hybernating bats, closing their dreary eyes in sleep as the room grew lighter, beheld the girl stretching her cold limbs while feverishly clutching Microbiology notes, and then later pounding the pink canoes on her feet (used to dance on pointe), to the rythm of fairy queen (from the Nutcracker) whilst desperately attempting to recall a self-written speech on Embryonic Stem Cell research. The same day, yet hours later, found the girl, soaking her sore, blistered feet, while rehearsing Number the Stars, a dramatic and narrative literature. Still some hours later, when the rest of the house lay quiet in wait, found the girl, (after stretching some more) curled up in bed for her favorite part of the day (or well night). Her mind lost track of the hour, once she emerged into the wonderful land of a book. She agonized with the protagonist and hated the antagonist.
Still more hours later, and the girl was up again warming up her voice, in preparation for her female vocal solo, and then grabbing her books she was off to school, to run through the rat race, and practice for yet some more entries for this competition. But today was finally here, and as the girl sat in the computer lab pouring out her thought, anxiously awaiting the coming day and days to come, she relized "Well, this has been over 100 words and I have to practice speech."