Trapped. by serenade
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The Dodgy Antique Shop
Do you know what I hate? School. And do you know what I hate even more? SCHOOL.
My Own Personal Gravedigger
Ever heard the phrase, "Life sucks, and then you die"?
Step one: Brace for impact
When one thinks of having a dashing young man fly to your dorm to your rescue, it sounds rather nice, doesn't it? He'll sweep you off your feet into the magical fairyland you've always dreamed of since childhood and everything will be milk and honey.
It seems to me that the only thing that I've been doing so far is waiting. When is something going to happen? Do I even want something to happen?
Owls and Candy
I thought breakfast was supposed to be a peacful time in the morning where you can recuperate from the utter lack of sleep. But who said my life was peaceful?
Note to self: Be careful what you wish for.
I have come to the conclusion that they are the epitome of all evil.
Let the festivities begin.
Trolls, Jumpers, and Fire Whiskey
Academics? What academics? I have more pressing matters to worry about.
This isn't Romantic.
It's awkward. Yeah... that's what it is. Awkward and weird.
And I don't mean that in a good way.
Finally this day has come.
Although I’ve been in a cloud of confusion all day, one thing has suddenly become clear in my head, as if someone kicked a door to a locked room and let everything in it flood out.
My freedom is shot down before it even got to spread its tattered wings.
Caught in the Act
In a school like ours, there are surprises around every corner and behind every door.
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