I hard my very onion alarm clock start to blear in my ears, "ogh", I hard Anny protest from across the room, "shot that blasted thing off" ye,ye I'm getting to it, just shot up will you.
I jus ignored her this was watt some people would call a boarding school for juvilill Girls, you herd worse
Anny was my room mate. This place was more like a prison than a barding school these stooped uniforms they looked like they were frame the Victorian age. I crept getting direst and left the alarm clock blaring. "shot that thing of, "Ha I side as I slammed the door in her face, a lowed stream of colorful Lang wedge followed.
I went down the hull, It was a dirty wet hull there were patches of dirt and water on the comment flower that never got cleaned well. the walls were made of old rioting dry wall. the doors were made of would that was cover in mold and were very flimsy. at the and of each hall on the rite there was a window labeled fire Ext., on the left side of each hall there was a star cases that led to the flowers bellow. There were three flowers in all and mine is on the top. wen you went down the stars there is a another hall that was very short. On one side of that hall there were tow doorways one didn't have a door on it led to the dining room.
the dinning room was a dreary place just like the rest of the place. there were rose of picnic benches the were rotting too. on the southern end of there dinning room was a doorway that didn't have door on it ether that led to the kitchen.
in the other door in the hall was the way to the jim there was no door ther ether so we could go in and out as we pleased.
on the other side of the hall was one door it led to the out door aria.
the out door aria is practically an acer of land all the way around the boarding school, it was fenced in so that you couldn't level, well you could levee on some okations thaw okations weren't comon at all.
some times in the spring and fall we were taken out to clean up the naber hood.
the rouls were stooped there was no drinking or smoking or visitors like that would distract us from the imaginary study's that we never had. This was like paling to go to prison. I'd now I've ben in and out of lats of juvenile homes and this was no different. I'm just glad that I got out of there. but I tell you that story from the beginning
