Purple Eyes

1- Miss Groll

Just like that she was gone.

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I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

Stupid guitar sounded like a dying cow, someone needed to destroy it. So I did and now I am being punished so unfair...

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

My wrist feels like jelly. This is cruel I was just saving everyone's ears.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

Stupid school. Everyone here hates me even the teachers. They make me write on the black board even if I do a good thing. 

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I looked up at the clock; 4:00 school finished half an hour ago. Not like my parents would care if I was late or anything.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

I must not use Miss Groll's guitar as fire wood.

"You may go now," said Miss Groll.

Miss Groll, more like Miss Troll. She has a screwed up face, a pigs nose, hair like a bird's nest, skin like old newspaper and dull grey eyes. She loves making me write lines and she thinks I am the stupidest person in the world. Definitely a troll.

"Thank you, Miss," I muttered as I walked quickly out of the door. I hope she gets hit by a bus on her way home which is probably under a bridge.

I ran out the school doors, took my skateboard out from my backpack and jumped on it. I rode down the street fast, my long blond hair whipping around in the wind.

I'm not a bad kid, I just have bad teachers who think less of me. I get into trouble a lot but my parents don't care. They never care. All they care about is my little sister Natasha. Spoiled little brat. They used to care but as soon as she was born there was nothing I could to do get them to pay attention to me. So I feel alone and uncared about.

I held back tears as I rode on, to my house.