#emcryzhao

SOSA DOESN’T GET FRUSTRATED. at least not.. visibly. he’s a pushover with most, if not all of his friends and classmates. but math isn’t a friend nor a classmate. math’s the enemy, actually. and honestly, what the hell does calculus have to do with his culinary arts degree ?? he’s sitting in silence next to emory, when he finally speaks. “ ..i think i get it. ” he’s lying, he’s a liar. sosa just spaced out at the paper in front of him for the past five minutes and despite desperately trying to follow along, the dots refuse to connect. teeth bite the inside of his cheek and he can’t help but wonder if he should just drop the class altogether.

THERE ARE TIMES WHERE WORDS run dry, even for someone like soleil. she’s been sifting through pages of her writing for a little under an hour now, and she can feel the frustration bubbling up in her chest. writer’s block was a pet peeve that was uncontrollable, much to her dismay. she knows there’s no use in trying to get back on track, and before it gets out of hand, she quickly shuts the book in front of her. “ merde. ” soleil mutters under her breath, throwing her hands up in exasperation before looking to her friend with the slightest hint of desperation. “ em. can we do something else ?? not to be dramatic, but if i have to write another lyric, i’m going to bash my brains in with your drumsticks. ”