I buckle my seatbelt as my private chauffeur starts the engine of my black bmw. I roll the window down, grabbing my baby from the side of me and hang him out of the window, blanket over head. i'm blinded by the lights of the paparazzi cameras, and I soon retreat back into the car. I sit blanket back down next to me and he falls asleep.
as the car pulls up outside of godlntih's I hear the sweet sound of a grand piano float through the air, I smile as I grab my backpack, saying goodbye to blanket;
'bye blanket'
The gravel crunches beneath my feet as I moonwalk up the the entrance. There, waiting for me, is the principal, Joanna Lumley. She is holding a rainbow flag. As I approach, she says to me;
'Gay rights'
To which I respond with a simple 'yeehee'. She smiles as she passes me my timetable, pointing me in the direction of a man with a bright pink golsmtidhfh's tshirt on. Approaching him, I notice his head adorns a black woollen beret, his eyes magnified by his rectangular thick rimmed glasses.
'Good morning young man,' he says, 'are you okay? I'm Dave Dave, how can I help you?'
'I'm okay, it's just a Sunday, a black day' I reply, holding out my hand, 'n'kAh!'. My shoulder pops to the side.
Dave Dave looks into my orbs, 'bless you'
I turn and and moonwalk away. Approaching the door, I spin, thrusting my head back. I take a look at my timetable to find my first lecture, noticing that I have to go to the humanities department. We have a guest lecture: Nelson Mandela.
He is my teacher.
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