Right now I sat in a bedroom. My bedroom. The one at my school. Right now, though, it didn't look much like a bedroom. That is because the bed folds down from the wood paneled wall on the right hand side. I was pretty much standing in my doorway. Straight in front of me was a window above a desk. On either side of the desk there are bookshelves. Directly next to me, were short dressers where I kept my uniforms and my weekend clothes. Next to each of those was another bookshelf. Now, I already told you that the left wall, and therefore middle part of the room, were empty because of the bed. But, beyond that, on the right, is where all of my old luggage cases sat with papers strewn all over them. Under all of that was a grass green rug. Next to all of that junk in that little space, was a rocking chair. The one that I sat in when I read. Now, for the most part everyone at my school was geeky. But, we don't take normal classes though, keep that in mind. Surprisingly though, reading is not a common hobby. In fact it is ridiculed, not by teachers of course, but by other students, yes.
Now that you can pretty much imagine my living conditions I'm going to let you ponder what my everyday life is like...and when I'm done with school work, I'll take the time to explain.
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Escape From My World
Ficção AdolescenteTatiana is a girl that is sort of...curious. Her abilities are far better than any we can imagine. Months of training have brought her strengths to where they are today. Yet, even though everyone at her all girls school is special in some way, readi...
