I was sent to school the next morning.
I hadn't spoken to anyone since I had gotten home the day before.
Apparently the Charles had strict orders to send me straight to my room.
I'm guessing my parents didn't want me to interact with any of the house helpers.
I sat there. Starring at the rooms empty walls.
Pale white walls.
Pale white bed sheets.
Pale white tiles.
Pale white wooden furniture.
Everything was pale white.
My room was worse than the hospital room I stayed in. In fact ,it felt more foreign than the hospital room. It felt so uniform.
Designed, planned and well thought out.
Perfect.
Something the occupant wasn't even close to being.
I guess that's what you get when an interior designer designs your room.
A cage.
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Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrring
"Alright class read over page 278 to 339 on your own or rather read until the end of the book, that is if you want to pass. "
The 23 year old Japanese woman in the front of the class stated.
My English teacher.
"Colton." She called.
"Hey sweetie. If you need any help I am here okay? You have missed a lot of work and it might be too much for you to handle."
She was being nice which was rather odd because she was always sarcastic, referring to us as " impotent teenagers".
Non the less ,I nodded at the ground and walked out.
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Beneath the Earth
FantasyI don't remember. That's all I could think of over and over again as I stared at the sickly white cieling of my bedroom. I don't remember a thing. Sprawled on the bed. Blankets on the floor. Pillows all around. I don't remember why I did it except t...
