My dog prancing hungrily on me woke me up this morning. I
slopped out of bed, snatched the bucket and stumbled to the chicken pen. There
were only four creamy beige eggs for me to collect.
The dreaded school bell rang to tell us to line up outside
class. We shuffled into line, fell silent and neatly plodded into class.
Ink smudged desks were marked and scratched from ink pens.
It seemed to me the hands on the clock were moving too slowly every hour. To
the right was a window and all I could see were some bushes for hiding in, a
tree for climbing on, plain grass for running on and a flag flapping in the
wind. Right, I’m tired of Miss Black. I’m nearly deaf. Miss Black has yelled
all morning.
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