Test

The test is in a month.

I go partying with my friends.

Drinking and dancing to our favorite music.

The test is in three weeks.

My books are in the corner collecting dust.

The girl beneath me is screaming in pleasure.

The test is in two weeks.

I know this information.

I don't need to listen to her.

The test is in a week.

From time to time, I glance at the books.

I chuckle softly at myself.

The test is in three days.

She gives us a study sheet.

I don't even look at it.

The test is in two days.

I set out the study sheet.

I thought about looking at it.

The test is tomorrow.

I sit down after dinner,

and finally look at the sheet.

Nothing.

My eyes scan up 

and down the paper.

Nothing.

I know nothing.

Is this sheet in another language?

She must've given me the Spanish version,

or Latin,

or Arabic,

or something.

That b***h would so something like that.

How can it be?

Oh no.

I can't fail this test.

My grade will drop.

My mom will kill me.

I can't...

I need to get a good grade.

Sweat is running down my back.

Rereading the first sentence over,

and over,

and over,

and over again.

It yields nothing.

My mind is so focused on focusing,

that I can't focus.

That's it.

I'm going to fail.

I'm a failure.