Dear Friday, please end soon
It's Friday, and I'm at school, though I wish I wasn't. I'm extremely tired, and I have two more classes before I can go home 15.30. But to make things worse, in my next class my teacher won't be there, he's just unloaded this extremely boring assignment on us. And it's raining.
I wrote a Triple H story the other day:
The Place that Made Me; PG; 2766 words; Paige Dawson
A story about some of Paige Dawson's back story. "The director, George McAdams, Bree's grandfather, had taken her in and let her grow up at the school. All through her childhood years she roamed the school, often without most of the student-body knowing she was there. It was known through the staff, though, that everything from Paige's eyesight and down belonged to her."
I wrote a Triple H story the other day:
The Place that Made Me; PG; 2766 words; Paige Dawson
A story about some of Paige Dawson's back story. "The director, George McAdams, Bree's grandfather, had taken her in and let her grow up at the school. All through her childhood years she roamed the school, often without most of the student-body knowing she was there. It was known through the staff, though, that everything from Paige's eyesight and down belonged to her."