A champion rises, born out of the smallest of beginnings, facing his way through each and every challenge, growing mighty and powerful enough to slay his great foe and saving the beautiful princess. The two marry, and he has three kids, before the black of his fades to grey, and his blade becomes too heavy for him to life. All of this occurs withi-
no
Kingdoms are carved from the land, born of battle they face each and every challenge that comes to them, from treaties with powerful neighbors, to dragons and demons and all manner of dark things, but for decades the kingdom stands tall, unwavering until the death of th-
no.
A empire is born, through war and strife it rises, flourishing across a world, bringing forth a age of peace and prosperity, before eventually wilting away into a shadow of it's former glory... eventually it collapses in on itse-
No.
In the depths of space, dust and debris crashes and clashes, smashing together more and more as it twirls about a beacon of light and warmth. This little ball of dust and devastation changes, as more and more is drawn into it, and as the eons pass, life slowly starts to...
NO.
In a flair of light and power, a star is born, shimmering out light unto the uncaring cosmos, an eon of eon passes as the forces bright within grow and expand, before all it's form is lost, detonating into a massive supernova, and in the core is a whirling, twirling black hole that consumes all of the light and...
That's... that's just not good enough.
You can use all the metaphors of heroes and villains that you want, spin tales of kingdoms and empires, speak of worlds and stars...
That just isn't an apt enough analogy. It doesn't go far enough to explain that situation that you are in.
There are thousands of light years in the galaxy, and if you were to write out how you feel across every inch of every planet and every moon and every star in the galaxy, you would have written out a splinter of a fragment of a fraction of the percent of
just
How
Utterly
BORED
you are.
Your name is Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, and today is the day before summer vacation begins. Today is the last day of school before summer vacation. It is the last period of the last day before summer vacation. The last hour of the last period of the last day before summer.
And thus... Nothing is happening. There isn't anything that can happen. All the tests have been taken, all the grades have been compiled, everything that there is to do at school that can be done, has been done. There is nothing left to do, but wait... and wait... and wait.
Once you get through this last half of an hour, you won't ever have to see these teachers again. You'll never see these particular teachers who drone on and on and on about the subjects they teacher without inflection or interest or effort again.
You won't have to see the nerdy kids with their pocket protectors or the glasses for another three blissful months. You won't have to see the Jocks who strut around your middle school like they are the most important of students for another three months.
You won't have to see TJ or Ca-
...
You won't have to see any of the bullies who spend their time beating up weaker kids and stealing their money for another three months. You just have to make it through these last few minutes, and then you're free.
Free for three long months! No school! No Teachers! No Bullies or jocks or nerds!
Actually... you aren't just going to be free. This summer, you're getting a chance to get out of Bellwood. You're going on a road trip - You've already packed up all your things, and Grandpa Max should have already gotten to the house and picked those up. All that's left is for school to be over, and you're gonna be on your way. You can't wait.
There's nothing that you can imagine that could ruin this summer for you!
Now... You've just got to wait. and wait. and wait. You try and suppress your groan of unending boredom, but from the way that Mrs. Henderson goes quiet at the front of the room, you tend to think that you might not have completely managed it. The teacher stares at you for a moment longer, before she slowly rolled her eyes and shook her head at you, and continued to drone on about being thoughtful and responsible and helping out with family over the summer.
Like you said.
Boring.
And ever so slowly, the minutes begin to slip by - One by one by one. One second per second, and that just wasn't fast enough for you... You needed something to distract you from the way the time inches forward.
Mrs. Henderson's speech had shifted topics now, talking about how she was teaching summer school, and she hoped that she wasn't going to have to see any of the students there.
With a shake of your head, and a softer sigh, you stare down at your desk... You guess that you could...
[ ] Make a paper airplane
[ ] Try and finish that book you've been reading
[ ] Draw something
[ ] ...Nothing, you guess you'll just have to keep waiting... or maybe even listen to the teacher.
[ ] Close your eyes and take a quick nap
Something... anything to get your mind off the time.