THE ROOM WAS MESSY- Mounds of filthy clothes were scattered through out the room like a range of mountains. Booked were pilled carelessly on top of each other waiting to have eyes lay on them and the floor hadn’t been in sight in at least a month. Dust wandered the room like a lost child.
THE FOOD WAS GOOD- I felt the sweet taste of honey trickle down my throat as I crunched into the thickly coated biscuit.
THE TEACHER WAS MAD- The sound of ferocious madness filled my ears as book pages flew open from the ruckus that was being made. Goose bumps arose on my skin while punishments were in the making.
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