I find myself swinging back and forth and poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue. Bored eyes look over the walls of the room, passing by the same faces of Jon and Mark who unable to tell me anything.
It would've been less tiresome if my brother was here. But he isn't. He should've taken me with him honestly. How dare he leave me in here with these dull people. I huff out a hair that's been oscillating in front of my face for a while now before tweaking my lips into a pout.
I'm bored. Beyond the gates of boredom honestly. I'm so bored I could eat a horse all by myself.
I eventually kick my feet and bring it back to me. So far, that's the only movement happening in the room.
The commotion downstairs had already come to cessation after several minutes gone by.
I find myself
