If I weighed all the bad things about my first week of school, against the good, it would be a very lopsided affair, but it only takes one good thing to wash all the shit away. All it takes is a little bit of hope.
Thanks to a raging addiction to slot machines, booze, and a city council that has a finger in every bar and nightspot in town, the city’s population were the recipients of its first ever water events center. It makes the locals feel better knowing that every bet they . . .
If I weighed all the bad things about my first week of school, against the good, it would be a very lopsided affair, but it only takes one good thing to wash all the shit away. All it takes is a little bit of hope.
Thanks to a raging addiction to slot machines, booze, and a city council that has a finger in every bar and nightspot in town, the city’s population were the recipients of its first ever water events center. It makes the locals feel better knowing that every bet they . . .
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There were 200 of us assembled in the school hall. The morning had just begun and I wanted out.
There is nothing worse than this, drowning in a sea of navy blue assholes. Everyone had navy blue shorts, shirt, jumper and socks. ‘Hi, my name is Michael’ I offered to shake his hand, but he just looked at me like I was queer. You may wonder how someone looks at you as if you’re queer, well… the corner of his lip twitches as if about to snarl, his eyebrows lower as his eyes focus on . . .
There were 200 of us assembled in the school hall. The morning had just begun and I wanted out.
There is nothing worse than this, drowning in a sea of navy blue assholes. Everyone had navy blue shorts, shirt, jumper and socks. ‘Hi, my name is Michael’ I offered to shake his hand, but he just looked at me like I was queer. You may wonder how someone looks at you as if you’re queer, well… the corner of his lip twitches as if about to snarl, his eyebrows lower as his eyes focus on . . .