time: sometime during the hour of 130-230
venue: brilliant minds learning centre

sitting in class fighting the waves of sleepiness that overcome me
adding weight to my eyelids and pulling them downwards
watching the raindrops hit down on the puddles of water that have already collected on the black tarmac
tiny ripples distorting the reflections of the concrete blocks that tower overhead
the scratching of pen scrawling across paper
creaking of chairs
muffled voices beyond the tightly shut wooden door.
a little boy fidgets uneasily in his seat
brows bent in frustration -
how heavy is tom?
how many mangoes did mrs tan buy?
i continue to struggle to stay awake.