PROPERTY OF KIBZ (17/02/12)

PROPERTY OF KIBZ (17/02/12)

Beware all ye who enter here
And approach each page will yet more fear
Turn each corner filled with dread
For here lie the contents of the parts of my head.

“It’s like normally I’m walking around and I’m just confused about how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking. But when I’m writing it’s like I’m rummaging about inside myself, and I can just keep on rummaging until I find something that’s not far off from what it is I really want to say.”

- Ours Are The Streets

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

A Not-So-Grand Entrance



20/02/12, Room 20

It’s the first day back after half term and I’m sitting in the prayer room, back to the radiator with my bag on one side of me and my shoes on the other.

Alz and Halz have just walked in and are completing the chemistry homework we were set two weeks ago, or rather, Alz is copying Halz’s already completed homework. I just finished it myself a few seconds ago. In a way, I regret not being left alone for a few more minutes. Being the only person in a quiet still classroom has its draws. Then again, so do people.

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