Sat at my desk, writing the same classwork we usually write. Nothing ever changes, always the same boring drivel. I find myself glancing out the window, knowing one day I’ll finally be free of the shackles of modern education, giving myself a life where I can choose to be whoever I want. But on this day, I glance towards the door as you walk into class, late as always
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