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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short not finished story for reading







And Muan

And ends .


oh do we have one more!? oh hello jack. I see you there now.  I see you looking over there through the window.  What are you thinking about?


As i try to finish the one word that could of changed my life it would have been in that senetence.

She said WELL JACK I don’t think you were thinking about math, abruptly and rudely. And the class started theyre laughter . they started theyre pankicly larsanistic pather of theyre immature solice and the neivaty of the teacher. She disregards the social aspect and punishing cruelty of the the behavior to a person that 6 grade had already lost my father .  a grand parent ala mas to jus a few simple people in my life that levered when measured less than decent. Which even droughtly tounders through less moiled of certain people. I toaked the eexascentual foot of the master and tasted the slave of a humans sole to in prison and disregard.

This created my cruetly through that day that moment Jack was looking out that window. The fullen sutter of feeling that shattered his heart cruel torch faster than a tyrant attack of an ruptured artery.  

Jack stirs up his ears sharp yes ma’m

Submitted: August 13, 2015

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