the room was a mess…
the room was a bomb site, having to watch your step everywhere you went. piled up clothes like bodies on the battlefield. with a stench that was damp, as if it rained for days.
the food was good…
your tongue freezes every lick, your taste buds tingled. as you let every drop lay on your tongue. you let it bring you happiness, and smile from ear to ear. the smooth chocolate flavor makes your mouth water, like something in charlie in the chocolate factory.
the teacher was mad…
Smoke traveled out of her ears, her face started to turn this slight red like a tomato that was almost ripe. She turned into a miss grumpy and screamed at the kids like a newborn baby. she told everyone to move as, and what she says goes, so everyone scatted like the room was about to blow
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