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as it stops i slam open the door to run back to the class but as i shoved it open it hit sumthing hard and as i open it all the way i see what i hit an man in aromour with a sword lying beside him were it fell. it looked like it had fresh blood on it i pick it up for self protection and run back to class. as i skid to a stop outside the door i hear words wafting throught the doorway "who's incharge" and then i hear erics voice "i geusse i am" and then the noise of a sword being drawn from its scabbered.

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As that tall dark haired woman in armour walks in after the mist in the windows stops asking whos in charge and with mr. scotcher gone someone had to so i did.

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so to get away from  it all i raise my hand
         "yes michael."
         "can i go to the bathroom"before he even awnsers i'm up out of my seat and race throuugh the door and shouting thanks over my shoulder. i just sit there in the bath room but as i'm getting ready to leave a dark purple like mist with flashes of lightining aperas outside the window and the whole room starts shuddering and shaking vilontly but then it stops as suddenly as it starts.

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blah blah blah thats all i'm hearing. shut up you friging idiot i dont need to know about the human body i can find that out later on my own. it's sencond period science class and i cant stand listening to my fat blad teacher  and the other kids are gofing around and troughing paper every were


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i am ingroused in my favourite adventure novel a book about ae chapter about h medival knight that got transported to a land of majic and as i finish the chapter about his first fight in that new land i wish that it could be true that people could trave to mystic places.

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a tall grim man in armour is standing in the flickering shadow cast by a tourch mounted on the glistining cave wall staring to what could be a miorror except that the images upon it's serfice are moving and in a rough gravly voice said"beware what you wish little Michael it just might come true". and he raises his gauntleted hand an a bright glowing green mist startes flowwing from it

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"eric just shut up and leave me alone i'm not inpresed and rether is any one else.". and then the finnal belll rangand i swep out of the room before he could come after me and get me in troblue with the teacher that was sitting in his office at the back of the room....


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LATER THAT NIGHT AT AT MICHAEL'S HOUSE

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eric leaveme alone you know you don't scare me since last year.wich was a meessed up fiasco in wich eric tried to beat the crap out of me and he ended up on the ground when he tried to chatch me and missed.
he muttered your a tywerp michael and droppedme from where he had been holding me aginst the wall.
i wirled around and shouted

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This is the story of how a normal schoolday for me turned into a fight for survival with my classmates, and the conclusion of a war. so how do your days ussually turn out.

YESTERDAY....

Only five minutes to the bell then I can get out of this damn lockerroom before eric and cronnies decide to play smear the "freak". and theres his shadow standing over me. great here it comes.and i'm shoved aginst athe wall were I was standing eric breathing down my neck as he wispers in my ear... "heya freck what were ya doing polishing tose glasses agin" to be continued...

unattineable hights

to love someone thats above your head at the loftiest peaks of reachability
for we are the lower class the reches of streets the ones unknown to they houghs above even though we ador them because they are the beauty and and us the discusting rats
few get a chance for the top fewer still take it and even less are happy when they make it but for thoughs that are they shine like beacons of hope to those of us who have remained behind

love and pain

when the walls of love crack and break then pain comes and takes there place and fall agin to the waves of despair and striff flooding through lifes great gate making existence such a waste till your savior comes to you with  grace  and gives you strength to push back the rising tides to rebiuld your walls with love not hate to keep you life clean and pure in  the shining lite of hope