I am sitting in a classroom. It is pretty big but half empty. I am sitting on one of the last occupied benches.
The teacher must have given us something to do. I can see her with other teachers standing in the sun in the corridor. They are all knitting.
I am looking at a front bench, wanting to talk to the girl sitting in the front row.
The boys sitting next to me wrinkle their noses. They are making snide remarks at me. I have just released a silent bomb. I am wishing that I wish I could be sitting alone in the back.
I am walking home, a bit desperate. I don't make it in time. My pants are full of crap.
The teacher must have given us something to do. I can see her with other teachers standing in the sun in the corridor. They are all knitting.
I am looking at a front bench, wanting to talk to the girl sitting in the front row.
The boys sitting next to me wrinkle their noses. They are making snide remarks at me. I have just released a silent bomb. I am wishing that I wish I could be sitting alone in the back.
I am walking home, a bit desperate. I don't make it in time. My pants are full of crap.
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