the wind is howling

as I’m sitting next to the window in my school’s library. It’s quite loud, and whistle-y, too. The window’s open a little bit. I should close it, but I don’t.

I ditched Phys Ed and came here to study physics. It’s nice and quiet, but my textbook remains closed. There’s a beat-up orange beside the computer mouse. On Thursdays, we sometimes gets fruits. I threw the orange around quite a bit. I’m not sure how mushy the inside is now.

Maybe I’ll make juice with it when I get home, if I ever do.