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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Teacher boomed "Girls Curtsy" now "Boys Bow". "Learn your Etiquette, Ladies first Gentlemen". "We do not run we are not a herd of cattle, Now single file !" "You Mr Smith will hold the door !, Thank you sir" We filed threw the door unlike cattle as best we could. Young Mr Smith falling promptly into the end of the line. The girls giggled at us boys, as it seemed we were most in need of discipline. And now to add to our disgrace we must, I must, keep from becoming violently ill. For today we will learn to dance with Girls ! Behold the Gymnasium, the fetid hall of Torture, First Dodge-ball and now this Humiliation. Under the glaring lights of the Gymnasium devilish eyes gleamed across the way as they separated boys from girls.Damn their souls !, Begone ye pony-tailed and frilly spawns of Satan ! If only a deathly rain of frogs would find this an opportune moment to appear. With their Ghastly shrills they would scatter to the winds like dandelion seeds ! But protected they were, the roof held steady and appeared it would for quite sometime. They then paired us off, boy-girl, boy-girl, no chance to protest it was done. I stood there holding her hand, staring at the back of her curly red hair. She turned and smiled then shrugged, looking away so I would not turn to stone. The Teacher sneered with fiendish delight and clapped her hands "Now Begin !" Music filled the air and the frilly beast grabbed my other hand and pulled me towards her."Step-Step-Step-Left-Step-Step and Right, Boys pay attention !" Slightly above the music I could hear groans from my fellow tortured souls. We drug our feet desperately hoping for a Fire drill, The A-bomb, anything to end this nightmare ! The clock ticked slowly away and finally it came to an end, Death did not come we lived on. The Redheaded Demoness turned to me "You did good" she said, and walked away to rejoin the giggling herd. Several days later a note appeared tapping on my shoulder, from the (Redheaded Demoness) "I like you do you like me Y/N" it read. It was over for me, my journey through the light had come to an end and into the darkness I fell as I pressed down with my #2 Pencil and circled (Y).
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