life of a student... a loud voice interrupted my sleep, looked upon oh damn! it's 7of the morning rushed up from bed to that overcrowded street, was unable to feed this empty stomach, as was already on the way to get late that last bell, declared :yes I was.... fear of marks, test and much more, stated that I'm not so well, maybe not up to their mark strange look of my classmates still haunts me... managing the all day work as a labourer, finishing the pending homework all seems to make me tired now, I'm frustrated of this busy schedule wants to quit but I can't hardly knows where I'm going but yes I'm... and then I realized its almost time for my supper to be continued...
