After this lesson, Andrew no longer dared to sleep in class. Even if he had to prop his eyelids open with toothpicks, he was too afraid to close them while in class.
As a result, his grades improved significantly.
He owed this to his sister, Sylvia.
If it weren't for her pinning him to her desk every day to do homework together, he wouldn't know how far his mind would wander.
The moon hid behind the clouds, and the shadows of the trees disappeared with it. Andrew gazed out into the dark night, biting the end of his pen, lost in thought.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, and Sylvia's clear voice rang out: "One test paper, and you still haven't finished it in more than an hour? Andrew, do you not want to sleep anymore?"
Andrew looked up at his sister, whose eyes were glaring angrily.