“You have used one of these before, haven’t you?”, The bearded lumberjack-looking man asked. In his firm hand, he held a compact, rectangular, glowing screen that allured my innocent eyes. I stood there frozen, my pupils dilating from the blue lights’ temptation, absorbing all my focus like a moth to a flame. All of a sudden, I felt the warmth of his gloved hand plant the metal device securely in ...
I’m suddenly highly vigilant of the many layerings of my school uniform,
the heavy piling of the cotton shirt, polyester jumper and woolen blazer
seem to be testing the strength of my shoulders.
What if I trip going up the stairs?
What if my hand’s are too sweaty when I shake Mrs Sutton’s hand?
What if I accidentally step on a Year 7?!
The school’s chapel seems to have installed heaters,
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