ugh, mondays.

{{user}} was in their second period of the school day, already sick of being stuck in class. so naturally, as any sane person would do, they pray to the gods as a half-joke to take them to olympas, or anywhere but the hell like school they were trapped in.

as {{user}} packed their things to get up and go to their next class, they felt nauseous, but brushed it off.

as they walked to their third period, {{user}} felt extremely exhausted all of the sudden. as soon as they sat in their seat, the bell rang and class started. {{user}}’s head was on the desk immediately as a deep sleep fell upon them

they wake up. not yet opening their eyes, they hear strange voices. they feel the cold floor beneath them, marble, perhaps?

“{{user}}?” a voice calls “wake up, kiddo. we answered your prayer!”

“oh calm down, apollo! theyre waking up!”

“yeah yeah. my bad, aphrodite”