The Schoolboy - Strictly not by William Blake but by Ein Shin

Note: This is based on a true story but some characters have been 'upgraded' for entertainment. So, don't be alarmed when kind gentle teachers such as Ms Lee is 'twisted' just for fun. Enjoy!

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I woke up to the sounds of the sausage mummy rising, Jeein, rolled up in my mother's yellow fluffy robes, and waddling out of the bedroom, brushing his teeth and putting on his school uniform within 5 minutes, muttering about how Scratch - Jeein's favourite programming platform and the reason he comes to school - is heaven. Today was unlike any other school day, it was a class party! I touched my collar in front of the mirror in a blur. Complaining he lost his sketchbook, Jeein's eyes lay on the floor. I rushed out and arrived at school.

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The lights dim and all the slobbering students are poised to attack the sweets. They slam their heads onto the table but they don't care as sweets are their life. Shouts of "Hey! That's mine!" and "OUCH! NO! OI! DON'T TAKE MY PRECIOUS!" are evident. Snacks are flying around like sugar shrapnel: not a party but Class War Snacks. Construction noises and the cries of students are more similar than you might possibly think. I could see my teacher's rosy smile cracking. I sigh and shake my head. Today was supposed to be the time of my life. So far, it was a nightmare. A passerby bumped me with their sticky-crumb infested arm and hand: my skin cells were paralyzed as I realised - GASP - I had the crumb touch. I looked around to find everyone's hands covered with the same grime, coughing and sneezing into their palms.

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When I recovered from my shock, I arrived at a table where Henry, Dylan, and Bodhi were seated but I dare not move. Bodhi said: "Alright everyone, so we previously… blah, blah, blah" Then, he started explaining what happened the last time they met. As soon as he stopped recounting, Bodhi, his oval face conquered by small crimson dots, asked every one of us: "Why do you come to school?" Dylan, in a curly hair frenzy, and Henry, with his wavy blond hair and navy blue eyes, agreed on recess. I agreed. Bodhi brandished out a map which hit my ear. "Alright, so we are currently here, and blah blah blah…" I peered over Bodhi's shoulder and rested my eyes on my classmates, all licking their hands all shining. I thought it was insanitary and disgusting like from a humorous TV show. Therefore, I said: "That's insanitary and disgusting like from a humorous TV show!" A piercing bell rang, and a groaning gasp of disappointment arose from the myriad of students. My mates stood up, or tried too. Their pants were glued to the seats as they waddled about, dragging the table with them; a teacher had to pull them out.

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I arrived at my classroom, to find a guilty face among my class. Pockets bulging, shadows under eyes, and a silvery hollow face and round light blue eyes, Seb came with a stern and a glass askew Miss Lee, our teacher. She trilled: "If anyone is found with any sweets in their bags, they will be in trouble!" Early on, we agreed together the leftover candy would be used in another class party. All the sweets were swiped from the table by students the instant she looked away. Seb had been one of them. Miss Lee picked 3 to help with the bag inspection, me along them. I opened every bag, feasting upon a large Kit Kat carefully wrapped in a lovely tissue. "Kitty Katty!" Another found a large box of jelly snakes and yelled: "Snake in the grass!" It went on and like that, fires sparking inside Miss Lee's and our eyes and the students faces shining up at Miss Lee: Miss Lee was the executor, but to them, she was the executioner. In the end, we found 11. Ten people were found guilty. Later on, I found a sneaky student who was smacking, snacking on a bag of crisps, a chip goatee around the face and yellow fragments over their crisp blue shirt in a closet. The final bell rang, and we rushed out. Thank heaven for that perfect bell timing!

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I rushed outside to the gate to find my brothers waddling around my mother, eyeing my Pringles can when a large grumble on their stomachs were present. Heein's face turned inside out as: "WAHHHH!!! Why does Ein get to eat Pringles and not us?!" My mother replied: "Because Ein had a class party! By the way, how was the party?" "WAHHH!!!" Jeein and Heein flopped and wailed. I shrugged my shoulders, and said: "Disastrous!" "Stop whimpering!" I added as Jeein kept walking around me. So, that's it, the daily life of a schoolboy. Sigh.

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