Miss Independent's diary (Her unreserved feelings)

In The Biology Class

I sat with a bored look on my face.

Writing with a drowsy pace.

Subconscious about what was going on around me.

Glancing once or twice at anything there is to see.

Placing on a facade of tediousness.

Still failing to feign seriousness.

F*ck, it is only here.

That an hour feels like a year.