Inside The Gambler's Walls |
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The steady breeze flows through a wooden frame, cobblestone walls surround. Silk curtains dance in the wind. The warm sunshine pouring through the uncovered window. A large gust of the wind enters the room, knocking books, pages flying across the room. One book catches your attention. A small battered book, small card symbols engrave the hardcover. In a messy cursive font, with worn out gold writing, the cover read "The Gambler.". You extend a hand to reach for the book, the weight of it fairly light. You raise your other hand to swiftly open the cover. You trace a finger over the dented writing. "Ace of Spades." You think to question the name. That's not a common name, nor is it a name at all! You ignore the name and read on. And that's where we begin. Dernière modification le 1496654280000 |
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Day; Monday Month; June Year; ~~~~ ~~~ A battered book for a brutal girl. I found this in on the street. Covered in tyre tracks and dried mud. Nothin' a bit of water & soap can't fix. You'd think that I'd be some rich kid. Well, you can assume that if you'd like, be my guest hun. But, in reality, just another wannabe teenager. Whom has wannabe teenager dreams. My dreams might be less expensive and less creative, but, hey, comes from the heart. Anyway. Where was I? Oh. What's there to tell? A tall maroon gate keeps little impatient swines from escaping the clutches of pointless work? or the fact we pretend the floor is lava and give piggybacks on a large green oval? Or what about that bi-polar couple? Everyone loves gossip here. One minute, the girl's upset. The next she's as bright as a star. Probably not bright in the mind, but I'll save that for another day. The feeling of panic rushes throughout me the whole 6 hours of our hell. Trapped. Honestly, the only way of getting out of anything is counselling where you get free food, some drinks and a chat, or pretend to pull a sickie. (For those who don't know what a "Sickie" is, it's the performance of faking a sickness just to get out of school.) Cooking a bunch of crepe's and be on time for the next class... Is not easy. It only helps that I had a test the next class. That helped... but, it didn't. Oh well. There goes my mark for the next school report. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ |
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You flip the page to the next day in curiosity. Day; Tuesday Month; June Year; ~~~ ~~~ Another day of cloudy skies and cold winds. Screaming girls and laughing guys. All in their expensive uniforms and some in expensive shoes and bags. Some girls flicking at their valuable iPhone 6's and 7's. The oval is a large green area with 3 poles either side of it. A smaller hill separates the soccer field from the footy field. The oval more round and the soccer field more rectangular. Handheld yellow footballs fly across the view. But what's there to view when you're literally trapped in this horrible idea that someone thought of and had to think it was "smart". It's High school. It gets worse I suppose. The field green and the laughs roar across the grassy area. The cool breeze getting stronger in an attempt to lift the girls in academic uniforms skirts up. They couldn't be any much shorter, can they? The bell rings at 10:48 AM to hurry the kids off to class.Teachers in fluro orange vests threatening students with 45s (45s is short for 45-minute detention, these are given to misbehaved students and are kept in for 45 minutes after school on a Wednesday or a Friday) Pointless work for pointless people. Cheap. Dernière modification le 1496732400000 |