The room was a mess.
Old discarded clothes were slung limply across the chair. blankets thrown on the floor, covering the mess that lay beneath it. Crumbs sat alone on a plate, waiting. A musty smell seeped through the crack under the door exploring beyond the stail room where it was created.
The food was so good
The rich sent ingolthed my nostrils as my teeth sunk slowly down. sugar swired and filled my vain. i was filled with content as i sat back and congratulated my self on my disitoin.
the teacher was mad
Her face was redder than red, on fire, ready to explode. i was sure i could see smoke coming from her ears. her vain’s bulged violently as she forcefully snapped my innocent pencil an inch away from my nose that beaded with sweat.
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