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A Imaginative Story Of A Lesson Learned In Life

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A Imaginative Story Of A Lesson Learned In Life "Five minutes to break now children, come-on, don't fool around or you won't go outside." I was filled with excitement, for the first time in a few years, we had a reasonable amount of snow, and it seemed to good to be true. It was so beautiful as it danced its way down from the heavens as if God himself has given it its rhythm. The snow flakes floated down and nestled on the ground with utmost delicacy and soon built up a huge mountain, which was large enough to make a Igloo out-of, maybe I could live in there, and not need to return for lessons. The more I watched the snowfall, the more it seemed to be begging me to come outside and frolic in its magic. The tension was unbearable, I was on the edge on my seat, poised to make a sprint for the door, and I counted the ticks one-by-one in a desperate hope to speed time up. ...read more.


Following my instincts I ran with the other children over to the playground and we all jumped around in the snow enjoying the short time we had. This was surely the most perfect break I had ever experienced, and remembering the warning we had been given about not making snowballs, I was determined to make sure no-one broke this warning, if they did, it would mean spoiling this opportunity for the rest of us. Then I looked over and saw across the playground, one boy who was making a snowball. He must have heard the warning, but why was he making one? I couldn't believe he was doing this, did he want to ruin the fun for everyone else, if he did, then I intended to stop him. Without thinking I marched over there and demanded why he was making a snowball when we were told not to. He looked at me and said, "Go away, mind your own business." ...read more.


I could almost see what she was going to do and say, and before long she was there, and had me by the arm and was dragging me away from my paradise of white beauty, back into the dark and gloomy school where I would serve my sentence. She crashed through the dark doors of the now deserted school and pulled me by my one arm like I was some lifeless rag doll and she a playful child who's idea was to run around with me connected to her on a leash. We hurtled down the hallway like some out of control express train until we reached a large, old wooden door. The number on this entrance to hell read thirteen. As I pushed this huge door open I entered into a world where fun and pleasure were not permitted, where enjoyment and rest were unheard of. This was the place the school children had only talked about, no one had ever seen it, merle talked about what foul, demon lurked inside, the fate that had engulfed me was detention. ...read more.

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