When will this be over?

Last week I was carrying myself back home after the morning run past the construction site. The ugliness of the ruined walls attracted my sick mind so much that I forgot about tiredness and sprinted to the room. Without explaining much I shouted at Cindy: "Put on a dress, I have an idea for a photoshoot". And she understood me straight away...

I would rather stay in that half-unbuilt cottage without water and electricity than see facial expressions of my classmates every week day.

Hate high school with a passion can't wait to do all my exams and just leave this village.