It was dark. Pitch dark. No, even darker. I put my arms out to feel for a wall. An assurance; a hope. I wandered carelessly in one direction, but never found a wall. An orange flame suddenly engulfed the space. Fire. I ran, but had nowhere to run to. I was trapped. All I could do was stand there. I was helpless as I stood there and waited for it to burn every inch of skin off my body until I was just a pile of ashes. I was shocked to wake up in that dark space yet again with bruised knees. I was lying on the ground, and opened my eyes. A sound similar to knives cutting through curtains in slow motion. Lights flashed on and I adjusted my eyes to the light before rising to my feet. I looked around and saw papers and pencils on the walls. They weren't just on the walls though. They were the walls. Something red dripped from the ceiling and before my eyes laid these 6 letters smeared in blood: SCHOOL.
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The Downside of School
RandomThe Downside of School School is not a happy place. Not perfect, either. School is school, and their are many downsides to it. Stress, anxiety, and even depression. There are so many more, but that is only a few. Continue reading to see different PO...
