I made my way up the spiral staircase made of glass. Extreme anxiety washed over me as the glass creakes under me. I hear faster footsteps behind me and a group of men in sweat coats that says "LENDING CONTROLL" on the back rush past me. The breeze off them blows in my face. The glass seems to be pretty sturdy under them so I know I can pick up my pase. As I stand outside the door to the class I am suppost to attend I look through the large glass window in the door to see the Lending Controll men craming a lending inside of a cage to haul it off to be exterminated. The class Im attending is called a Lending Class. Its were we all sit around and shape clay into animals of our choise. When we have shaped them, they become real, no longer clay. But sometimes the creation, or Lending, becomes real while still in the process of being shaped. And when they are defient at staying still and are uncontrollable, one must call Lending Controll, who takes them away and kills them.
I sit down at my seat, the only one open, and begin to shape my Lending, ignoring what just happen. I decide to shape a shark. I love sharks.
I look up to see my teacher is H. Potter. "Mr. Potter?" I ask. "Yes, Big Bee?" He awnsers.
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In Nutshell #7
FantasyA strange life,the girl lives. Reality with a sick twist! Trouble around every corner, too many near death expiriences. Tradgedy and humor comes at her at the same time from all angles. How long can she survive?
