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The Principal and His Cable
The grumpy principal athwart the class is walloping the learner ad infinitum with his computer cable, and screeching his lungs out his wrath and his tranquilities; he says she’s late for school yet again. Madly she pulls across the desks; pleads for pity in pigsty floors, whilst he despite his heavy paunch chases and corners her. He whips and whips the weeping non-plussed girl till the cable slips in his hand. Her tears are like explosion of waterfall in her cheeks and her pain still so fresh: He picks it up and pursues the poor girl who endeavours to escape from him. She jumps and climbs atop the desks on her way to the classroom door but quickly plummets to the floor to receiving another angry wallop. As hard as he can he strikes the poor girl till his hairless bald is dripping wet with sweat. The learner’s heart is a watershed of fear words can’t even describe. His visage is sadistic and turns into something I never liked or loved… Well, it is over now and the poor girl is sobbing sadly in the library, Yet the principal plunges and slouches over his circling chair in his office. His lips mumbling, pooped out –In slight remorse of the cruel hiding he’d given the poor learner; and lugubriously he envisions the twinge she’s had to bear, but it ain’t no use for what’s done is done.
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