A scream and a bang, the marker fell
No-one belived it was happening
I looked at MR brown, he had an evil glimmer in his eye.
He had disturbed all peace
He had abused his marker.
Again the marker lifted into the air in a solemn fashion glideing swiftly until it fell into the bin, 2nd try he had done it, made the margine, chucked it in the bin. the clinck of the metal bin echoed around the class room every one was shocked , pat rick didn't even sheesh. Mr brown waved his fist in the air in awe of his achievement but we all looked upon him, disgusted by what he had done. No marker should be treated like that but this was a special marker.
this was THE marker.
This was THE marker that had written on the bored the day he started teaching.
this was THE marker that helped hi m pass every single day.
this was THE marker that he shared his first kiss with.
But I guess they were just empty words now, to him atleast.
Mr brown has killed his marker.
Over worked it.
Asked to much.
No-one should treat a marker like that.
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Markers Matter