And the 4 children in class F sat around him,in the raining scene of snow street whilst their 5th grade teacher bled out in front of them. And they cries. They cried until they couldn't cry anymore. Because he was gone. And right before he'd left,it seemed to all of them as if he was saying;"Congratulations on your graduation."
And he lay,he lay lifeless in the street. And the children cried until they were found by a man and a woman jogging down the street. And when they were taken to the police station,they were so shook that they didn't talk. They didn't answer the police man's questions. They just cried.
They cried,over the teacher that they all thought at the beginning;they would hate.
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RandomThis is for small parts of stories that I imagine from time to time,you might even see them in one of my future books. Some might me long Some might be short. Either way They are what they are. I was built to predict people.But to predict them,you h...
