"Gah! It's so hard! I don't want to do this useless thing anymore! This is impossible! These questions are too hard! Why did Mr David even gave us these kinds of questions? I can't understand them at all! At this rate, it'll take me an eternity to finish all these! I don't want to do them anymore!"
Lisa whined as she scratched her hair in frustration. Her hair was ruffled up so much that it looked like a bird's nest when she finally stopped her attacks on her poor locks. Her cheeks were puffed out and red while she glared daggers at the dead object in front of her, taunting her with the fact that she would not be able to complete it as quickly as she thought she could. Her expression showed just how mad she was about the homework that was given. Her pencil was dropped onto the table harshly and the sound of wood hitting wood was produced.
