Ivy
I work my way through the piles of homework in front of me slowly, dreading each moment.
Seriously if these professors don't stop giving us so much homework I'll literally just drown in them at this point.
Not even the song of my favorite boy band blasting in my ears through my headphones seems to cheer me up from the situation I'm in.
I stare at my laptop blankly not knowing where to start. This might take longer than I thought.
Mom walks in wearing a black dress that seems a little too tight for a pregnancy bump with two other dresses in her hand.
I push down my head phones from my ears not understanding what exactly is going on.
“Which one would look better on me?” She asks “this one makes me look like a sack of potatoes so we already know it's a no”
“Um okay…”
“So we have
