I hate exams. They are very frustrating when it comes to studying. As a procrastinator, I loathe studying. I prefer to play video games or play on my little computer than to study a 50-point algebra exam. However, my parents continue to urge me to make at least one flashcard. So, here I am, making flashcards with my review sheet that the teachers assisted me. My algebra teachers told me that the review sheet is basically the answers to my exam, but I decided not to use it. After all, I have one weekend before the exam starts. Originally, I had many plans on what I should do this weekend, like visiting my friends and taking selfies on Instagram. But no, I have to study on the last few days before the exam.
It was 7:30 PM, my parents told me that they have to visit my grandparents for a few days and told me I have to stay home alone. Before they headed out the door, my mom told me that if I haven’t studied on my exam before Sunday evening, I am grounded for two months. I promised her that I will study, and she gave me a smile. The minute, however, they closed the door, I marched to my room and hopped onto my smartphone. However, when I arrived my room, I came across an intruder.
“Interesting gallery of self-portraits…no wonder people call you a ‘photographer’.” said the intruder, looking through my smartphone.
The intruder was a thin young man, looking like he’s in his early 20s. He had a dark brown combover, and had bright blue eyes. He was a very handsome man, with his chiseled chin and sharp eyes. There was no blemishes, freckles or any other obscurities on his face. It was as if he was very meticulous on his appearance. I was so mesmerized by his beauty. However, I am very concerned why he’s in my room.
“Excuse me, sir, but what are you doing in my room with my phone?”
He gave me a blank look for a moment, and then replies, “Ah! I was just wandering by and checking your phone…” He checks on it again, with his eyes widening, “Ohh, wow! You should definitely delete those pictures, your mother is going to have a fit seeing these.” Embarrassed and a bit conscious, I swiped that phone out of him, and exits the gallery. I looked at him, still blushed by the images he saw, “H-how did you get inside?”
He chuckles and smiles brightly, “Oh, I’m just a nomad.”
“A what?!”