How is School?

"How is School?" My aunt asks.
They've all asked me the same question.
Ever since I got to my new school. 

Best in the city.
"Good," I respond nonchalantly.
Then, I get home.

My room is silent-
The Lofi Music I tried to use a few hours ago is paused.
My room is dim.
Despite how light it is outside.
Probably about 8 PM.
My cat lets out his 35th ‘meow’ of the day, 

Begging for my attention.
But my paper speaks louder.
Much louder.
It's yelling at me.

"How is School?" My grandmother asks.
"Fine." I lie once again.

I look up for a second, trying to think
I can’t think

The clock is too loud

I get up, my chair screeching on the floor.
I walk over to the clock, take it, and turn it off.
I sit back down and continue typing.
I hear something.
A slight ‘burr’
Is it Harold?
I look over at my cat.
He’s silent, just watching me from my bed.
I look up.
It’s the air conditioning.
I get up once again, going to turn it off.
I sit back down.
I’m almost done
Sweaty
Tired
Unaware of the time

"How is School?"  My mom asks.
"Not the best, but okay." I speak in a low tone, my back hunched over the desk in my room.

A faint “meow” breaks me out of my mind.

Harold.
I walk over to my bed, pick him up, and take him to the bathroom.
Now it’s dead silent.
It’s hot.
Sweaty.
Humid.
But I don’t dare turn the air on.
It’s too off-putting.
I typed a few more letters.
Done?
I click submit.
I turn back on the air.
Put Harold back in my room.
Turn back on my clock.
It was 2 a.m.

I walk into my kitchen.
I pick a plate, placing a few different veggies and mashed potatoes on my plate.
I heat it up in the microwave, standing a few meters away
Because my mom always told me radiation was a thing.
She never warned me of procrastination.

"How's School?" My best friend asked me. She stands with me against her mom's car, towering over me a little with her height.

"Horrible." I sigh.

"...Tell me about it." She responded, sighing.

"You girls ready?" Her mom asked, finally walking outside the house.

We both nod, getting in the car.

"So... How is School?" She asked, starting the car.

"Awful." We both responded.