It starts off as a normal day in the dungeon, the TERRIBLE tasting gruel, the rude guards, and non-morning people wherever you look. Then a voice from the Heavens starts to speak and I think I might finally have a chance at being saved from this dungeon... this dungeon that I call life anyway. The gruel, that's the breakfast that I had to eat this morning because I don't like waking up and my mom refuses to make me anything past 7:00. Rude guards? Those are the excuse they have for hall monitors. The non-morning people, well those are everywhere. You may be asking, what exactly is this dungeon? Well, that's the place where my parents insist I get my education ... Wingset Middle School. The worst dungeon and form of torture you could imagine. Sports games, over-excited teachers, teachers who hate everyone, over-excited students, and students who hate you unless you are considered "cool enough to hang with". That voice from Heaven that I was talking about earlier, well that's just the office calling William Hornet to the office over the PA system, which is TOTALLY unfair because William Hornet is a TOTAL nerd and actually likes school. Get this he told the teacher he was so extremely sorry, almost so it was painful, that he had to miss half the school day because of his orthodontist appointment and if it wasn't apart of his hygiene he wouldn't go so that way he didn't have to miss science. WHAT. A. NERD!!! Wait, didn't I already mention that?
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LeAnn Heartson
Teen FictionEXCERPT FROM BOOK: It starts off as a normal day in the dungeon, the TERRIBLE tasting gruel, the rude guards, and non-morning people wherever you look. Then a voice from the Heavens starts to speak and I think I might finally have a chance at being...
