im supposed to be doing my homework and tests

Imagine: Aunt Ginny

Imagine your sister, Ginny Weasley, holding you and George’s baby, trying to calm him down.

“I can’t calm him down, George!”

“Me neither!”

“Guys, let me try…shhh, it’s alright, Aunt Ginny is here.”

i hate how schools expect me to come in to school every single day.

i hate how sometimes i don’t eat breakfast because i don’t get time because i don’t want to be late for school.

i hate how im forced to go to school with hundreds of miserable teenagers just like me yet i feel uncomfortable being around them.

i hate how i just don’t feel like i’m good enough to my friends at school.

i hate how when i first started school i put on pounds of makeup just so people thought i was pretty and attractive.

i hate how teachers set me 5 hours of homework every single day and expect me to do it within a day or in a short amount of time and give it my best

i hate how i’m supposed to study hours for tests for subjects i don’t even understand and are expected to know it all

i hate how sometimes i get detentions for things i don’t do, and can’t explain myself because teachers never take explanations

i hate how girls get in fucking trouble because their knees/collarbones/shoulders are too distracting to male students and teachers. if a teacher gets distracted by a girl’s body, it’s the teachers problem, not the girls.

i hate how i’m put under stress for 6 hours, 5 days a week.

i hate how some days i lock myself in my room or in school bathrooms to cry because i’m just too anxious over everything.

i hate how i’m supposed to set an example to the younger students, but deep down i know they’ll just end up like everyone else, stressed as hell and miserable.

i hate how i’m supposed to be prepared.

i hate how i’m supposed to know what im doing.

i hate how sometimes i stay up past 1 am doing projects because i had to get all of the other fucking pieces of homework finished first.

i hate how despite all this;

teachers still expect me to get a good nights sleep.

Too Much||Sammy Wilk

School is stupid. 

I mean its supposed to make you so smart and is supposed to prepare you for your future and for your career. But no, its stressful and its full of know it all teachers and rude disrespectful kids that im supposed to call piers.  

Just all the stress from school, the tests, endless homework and THE DRAMA. Its just alot to take in sometimes and lately ive been super stressed with all these tests ive had to cram for ive just been so overwhelmed. 


“Y/n! Me and some of the boys are going to the beach just to fuck around in a little bit, you want to go?” My boyfriend Sammy asked.

“Sam, I would love to but I just have so much studying to do that I think it would be better for me if I just stayed here and studied.”

Sammy sighed and walked behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and started to massage slowly working the knots out of my sore muscles. I moaned in pleasure. “Thats the first time ive heard you moan in weeks y/n, your so busy with them damn books you dont have any time for me anymore.” 

I set my highlighter in my book. “I know Sammy but school is important to me, I need to be able to do something with myself after all this ends and I want to be successful.” I admitted. “I know that y/n, trust me I would be going to school if I want doing my music but you just go crazy and overbook yourself, I never see you anymore and frankly I miss you and I miss our sex.”  

I got up from my desk and walked over to Sammy, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips up to his for a soft kiss “I promise from now on ill make time for you and everyday ill put my books down and be with you. And I guess we could figure something out about the sex, I wont be doing anything for about an hour.” I said biting my bottom lip. “An hour is all I need babygirl.” Sammy said picking my up and taking me into the bedroom…….