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Lavender Hell
can't talk. doing mum's nails.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The Locker's Pain.
"Clank". "Squeak". "Clunk. "
This is the sound I make.
I am Zoe and Grace's locker, and once again, my mirror falls off.
Oh man, you would not BELIEVE the stuff they put on me. Hooks, magnets, stickers, tape... Aaaargh!
I liked it better when I was plain. I miss the long, peaceful, QUIET summers.
They bring their friends over and say "Look, we decorated our locker.".
"Our locker?!", I want to shout. But, unfortunately, I don't have a mouth.
I am not owned by anybody! Well, I guess that's not strictly true.
But still, I go through the pain of school days.
Finally, finally, the "Goodbye Bell" rings. I close my eyes, if I had any, and go to sleep.
In what seems like seconds, the "Hurry up and get to work" bell rings, and I am slammed open.
"Oh well", I think.
This is the sound I make.
I am Zoe and Grace's locker, and once again, my mirror falls off.
Oh man, you would not BELIEVE the stuff they put on me. Hooks, magnets, stickers, tape... Aaaargh!
I liked it better when I was plain. I miss the long, peaceful, QUIET summers.
They bring their friends over and say "Look, we decorated our locker.".
"Our locker?!", I want to shout. But, unfortunately, I don't have a mouth.
I am not owned by anybody! Well, I guess that's not strictly true.
But still, I go through the pain of school days.
Finally, finally, the "Goodbye Bell" rings. I close my eyes, if I had any, and go to sleep.
In what seems like seconds, the "Hurry up and get to work" bell rings, and I am slammed open.
"Oh well", I think.
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