It was break at Dalton school and children were playing rugby on the fresh, thick grass. Most of the kids were wearing black blazers with red ties. Around the field were buildings, each building was called by a name. But most importantly I was sat on the bench holding my crutches and eating my cod and chips. I was just about to put lemon juice on the chips but the head of year 7 came out with a phome football and a pair of sunglasses. She was wearing a red t shirt with blue work trousers. Her fashion choice was debatable. She stopped and glared at a couple of students having a play fight on the playground. I new Mrs way of telling off students I blocked my ears the outer world where miss was about to shout.
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Stormy
AdventureA young boy adren finds his inner powers defending himself from his bullies and even creatures past your nightmares.
