Procrastination

Procrastination
  By: Kitteh a.k.a Louise

I sit by the phone, staring at my sandwich, thinking about my project.

It’s due in a week, but I’ve got time. No worries.

A friend calls.
It's due in a week she says
i know, i know.

But I’ve got time. No worries.

After school my backpack is empty, i procrastinated in taking my homework home, again.
The kids outside talk about the project.

Its due in 6 days says the kid, but I’ve got time. No worries.

I sit at home staring at the mirror, making funny faces. When my reflection looks at her watch and says

the project is due in 5 days.
But I’ve got time. No worries.

I sled down the hill in my underwear. I procrastinated when getting my snowsuit on.
I bump into a tree. And it says to me.

The project is due in 4 days.
But I’ve got time. No worries.

Eating tuna, watching TV, my laundry from two weeks ago still lies on my bed.
And the man in the TV says

the project is due in 3 days.
But I’ve got time. No worries.

And as i stand at the sink doing dishes, i stare out the window. Procrastinating.
And a bird says to me:

the project is due in 2 days.
But I’ve got time. No worries.

I stand on the roof with a cape on. I’m going to fly. I’m going to fly. I eat a sandwich.
And the sandwich says to me:
OUCH

and then it says:

your project is due tomorrow.

I drop it in horror and run around screaming.
I have procrastinated.
My mother shouts at me while neighbors stare. I am in my underwear. With a cape. Running on the roof. Screaming because my sandwich talked to me.
My mom isn't happy.
I lie in bed wondering about my project.

I haven't got time. There are worries.

The next day in class i write on a paper: "My Project" and fall asleep. 8th period is drawing closer. I stand outside the classroom door writing "i am going to tell you about my"
my teacher comes out. She’s not happy.
Come in she says.

I take a seat and stare at my project.

"My Project. I am going to tell you about my"

maybe it's good enough for a D.

i hand it in along with Sarah's electric dollhouse. Darmah's colorful scrapbook. And my...project.

The teacher stares.
The children stare.

The teacher reads it. It doesn't take her long.
She takes out a pen and writes F on my head.
Then she writes an a-i-l-u-r-e.

Failure.

Then she writes "I Procrastinated" on a post-it note, sticks it on my face, and tells me to go into every classroom and tell them i procrastinated.
I walk outside. I go to the drinking fountain and it says:

go into that classroom and do it.
But I’ve got time, no worries.

So i climb on the roof and yell monkeyman.