The room was a mess.
The room was a tip. It looked like a bomb had fallen from the sky, clothes and different items were splattered everywhere. It was impossible to walk from one side of the room to the other without stepping on a piece of clothing.
The food was good
The sight of the food made me dribble out of my mouth, the chops were running towards me at incredible speeds. The pure smell of them had me hooked, I would never look at another food again.
The teacher was mad
The smile that the teacher had possessed at the start of the period was no where to be seen. She was angry and I knew what was coming. If the stories about her were real then I’m not sure if I will make it out of this class alive.
Recent Comments