They want some positive criticism, anything
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A School Story, Part 1 Beep... Beep... BeepCRUNCH. Ha, I win. I smashed the alarm clock with my shoe, showering my room with shards of plastic and a few springs.
Mom, I need another alarm clock! I called down the stairs.
Another one? Oh well, Ill be stopping at the store after lunch. I really should go on line and order another twenty-pack, but I just haven't had time to get around to it, she sighed, Hurry on down, it's nearly time for breakfast.
Just then I heard someone hurrying up the stairs and moved quickly away from the bed. Sure enough, a minute later my dad cried happily, Wakey Wakey! and a bucket
SwingsIt begged for a rider;:thumb99674480:
not two feet off the ground.
I hadn't ridden one in years.
Did I still know how to fly?
I walked up,
the wood squares beneath my shoes.
I sat upon the saddle,
the leather hugging my hips.
My fingers glazed the cool metal of the chains
before clutching tight.
Pushing off with my feet,
mulch flying in all directions.
Higher and higher I went;
it didn't take me long to reach my destination.
I was soon flying,
high above the park.
So high that
the people were less than ants.
So fast that
the colored squares were a blur.
A world of puffy fabric,
all around me.
Stepping on the white in a background of bl