Evel Knievel, ya got yerselves a competition!

Another summer was coming up, but Sam felt less than enthusiastic about the closing school year, knowing that finals were underway.  He spent most of the week in the library studying.  Or at least, thinking he was studying, when in actuality he was goofing around and constantly wandering off topic as he looked through each book.  At one point he would get up and pace the room, sit down, then pace, again.

It had been five hours since he entered the library, and when he decided to test himself, he realized he hadn’t remembered a single thing from the books.

In response, he groaned and scratched his head, head thudding against the library desk’s wooden top.  Again, he got up(this time rubbing his head), and paced the library.  As he moved amongst the room, Sam noticed someone near the doorway, and quickly stopped in his tracks.  

He would LIKE to think he stopped in his tracks.  Of course, once Sam gets surprised or caught off guard, he trips, jumps, or tumbles into things.  He tumbled right into a shelf, and prayed the person did not hear the embarrassing yelp he let out as he fell.

molten-core:

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Accurate all around))