She would add a staple every 30 minutes. I read my watch. 8:01 was what it said. I couldn't imagine how worried my dad must have been. I didn't want to, either. I asked her if I could have anything to eat. She gave me nothing but a slice of bread. Once I finished messily eating it with only my mouth, I started to choke. I spit out a staple. Out of everything, why staples? I mean, I guess it's original, but it's weird. Maybe she has a weird history with staples. I just want to leave. I want to be home. I want my dad. I wish he would have come with me. He was right, I'm not ready. This was too much. I looked at my watch. 8:22 was what it said. I kept waiting and waiting. The lady was gone.
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Staples and Bread Crumbs
TerrorSomething I came up with at school when I put a pile of used staples in my bag that contained bread crumbs.
