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Arpine Hakobyan's Stories

Arpine Hakobyan's Stories

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“Friday, Saturday, Sunday...” (Confusion)

Friday, Saturday, Sunday...

It’s Monday again, and I have to go learn at school again. I don't like Mondays, because there are five long and hard days ahead of me at school. And Tuesdays, I don't like Tuesdays either, but one thing makes it better, and that is that one day has passed from the boring classes. Wednesdays are normal days for me, maybe the one day that I will not judge. And Thursdays, Thursdays are usually spent happily, because I know that the next day is a Friday, and that means the last day of classes. Therefore, there is probably no need to speak about Fridays. You can imagine my unlimited happiness that day.
Now it is Saturday's turn. I love Saturdays too. Can you tell why? OK, I will tell you this too. Because for two days no one will wake me up at 8 am. Can you imagine how long I sleep? It is already Sunday. I start feeling bad. I have to study so I will be ready for school on Monday and, of course, after two days of rest it is always hard. No, no, no, no…I hope you don't suddenly think that I don't like school. But nonetheless let's agree that the desks are not very comfortable.


Wrote at 15 years old age


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“Revenge” (Me and my friend)

Buying a present turns out to be not that easy a thing. We bought perfume for our classmates last February. The boys were startled when they opened the present. They kept perfuming us during the whole day. We were very much offended, as we had expected them to thank us for the gift. On the 8th of March our boys presented us with perfumed too. It made us feel sick. We emptied it all on boys. The teachers were suffering a headache and we were about to faint that day. The boys sat down for a discussion with us. We made up our minds not to poison one another’s lives. We thought of having fun together.


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“If I didn't exist...” (If I didn't exist...)

I have a habit of saving some money, six months before the New Year, to buy presents for all the members of my family. It's true that I remind them of that so much, that everyone's cup of patience becomes full... If I didn't exist, noone else would have bought them presents. But maybe there wouldn't be anyone to annoy them either.


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“The Well Planned Day” (Confusion)

My homework is the most difficult thing for me in this world. I come home from school, relax, watch TV, listen to music, but mom tells me to pass on to my assignments. I always try to win time saying: “Mom, I’ll do it now” until night comes. At night I watch films on TV. Losing hope to convince me to do the homework, mom tunes the TV set to her favorite and a detestable-for-me episode. That makes me leave for my room, understanding that I will not be able to watch the film.
Every day I convince myself to come home from school, have rest and start doing my homework immediately, but this is not realistic at all. It is hard to fight the TV-addiction.
Oh, yes, I forgot the most important thing, my phone, to which I am addicted as much as to the TV-set. I talk half of the day and hardly manage to be through with my lessons by midnight.


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