SINNERS.

seven point of veiws. one strict boarding school.

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much like anyother boarding school, St. Peter's had their perks. Not meaning anyone of them were good.
Punished and tortured were only a fraction of what they got on their plates at the boarding school. backstabbing, drugs and beatings were also a usual. as much as the school was run down, some kids
still attended- - probably in for crime, unwanted or just plain unlucky.

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all eyes are on you, hungrilly staring from all angles. 'sinner.' some would snark or sneer under thier hungry breath, probably looking at any chance to beat you to the bone. the stares making it harded to concentrate. harder to think. You start to feel uneasy, cradling your stomach with your skinny arms as you walk down the hallway that looked like it hadn't been cared for for a while. 'rundown' would've been an understatement. that's all you could stare at for a while- - a battered wall- - because after a while your eyes getting dizzy from looking from person to person. despite my lack of staring, the lack of stares on me were non-existant.

then my darting pupils land on yours. a sinner.