As I sat down on an armless chair, writhing in pain for my hand was hurt. It sent multiple signals of pains, fangs of fear into my system, thinking of what today had in store for me but I thought out loud; I would like to carry on with my problems, solving them.

I stared blankly at my books, piled up to a certain position where my hands could reach them. Feeling every insects holding hands, walking down the aisle of a certain book titled "Romeo and Juliet", it crossed my mind that I was a Romeo without a Juliet. I laughed sarcastically and remembered there was once a Juliet but I wasn't her Romeo. My emotions tripled as loads of sweat trickled down my face, through my body, down to my legs. I couldn't move for my eyes became misty and a lot of eyes stared to see who was behind the books?.

For a start……..