"New Neighbours."

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Katie's P. O. V.

Ughhhh, homework sucks. I'm here in my room trying to write a 1000 words essay on French Revolution but couldn't. Because I'm not feeling like. I also have a bunch of history and psychology questions... I think 20 each. It's really tiring af.

That's why homework sucks, seriously I tell you... It does. I never really have a problem with homework because I understand that it helps me in the future with tests or finally understanding a confusing concept. However, I've realized that staying up past midnight is actually just going to make those topics more confusing or cause me to fail a test instead of helping me pass it. I also feel that some teachers have even forgotten what homework is intended to do. At this point, I am mostly doing busy work that just takes up my time, my sleep and my sanity.

The problem is that students are expected to participate in extracurricular before or after school, and are supposed to have a social life so they can be "socially healthy." Is that even a thing anymore? Though I don't have a cool social life the teachers gotta understand that we have lives too and we need to live it peacefully.

I'm not necessarily saying that homework should be completely eliminated; it certainly has its benefits. A half hour to an hour of homework for each class a day, though is a little excessive and a lot of unnecessary stress on the students. But don't stress us ... dear teachers, please.

That's why I decided to take a break from my boring homework journey and walk towards the window. I draw up the curtains as I look out for my mother. Yes, it's time for my mother to come. I look around only to look at the front. My neighbour's house. The room ... it's dark no tube light is switched on, except a table lamp which is illuminating a little light in the room. It looks like it's a boy's room. And I don't know why but I pray it not to be one. You know why ... because I don't want that jerk to stay in it. I just can't tolerate him, I don't understand how can girls love him so much. He is just annoying, irritating piece of shit that just knows how to take care of glory self and is a narcissist. 

"Princess it's rude to stare into someone else's room." a husky voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Huh?" I mumble as a figure came in front of me in the room opposite mine. "Didn't anyone tell you that it's bad manners to peep into someone's room?" he says with his patent smirk. I roll my eyes as I groan. "I wasn't peeping."

"Ya ... I am a Barbie doll." I glare at him as he uses sarcasm against me. "No need to get sarcastic Mister," I say as he smirks and winks. He chuckles. I glare. "Jerk," I mutter.

"By the way what are you doing here?" He asks as I stare at him. "Well, this is my room and this ..."I point at the window. "... is attached to my room. So basically I am in my room looking outside." I roll my eyes.

"More like looking into my room ... like a stalker." He winks. "Don't worry princess I don't mind such a cute stalker."

"I am not stalking. or even peeping for that matter." Sounding offended, I say glaring at him.

"Whatever helps you sleep, princess." He winks.

I groan. "I was praying to God." I lie as he raises his eyebrows amusingly. "Praying?" He chuckles. "Ya so that I don't get you as my window mate. Unfortunately, He didn't listen to me." I say twisting my lips. "Oh, am I that bad??.. " he fakes hurt as he puts his palms on his heart and looks at me. "Uh---Yes."I roll my eyes. We stare at each other but our stare countdown is broken by my mother's voice downstairs. "Katie!" "Mum's here." I chip like a little girl and look back at him who's staring at me.

"What?" I blurt out rudely.

"You know you are a kid." He replies after taking a few minutes as if scrutinizing me. "So what? I love being me." I argue as he smirks. But before I could leave he waves at me and grins. "See you later Princess." He says as I roll my eyes and run downstairs.

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