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Boring Day

I just opened my history book cause i thought to have a look. How to face such a boring day have a mood to go and play. loosing my patience and now can't wait just counting the time to open school gate. Lectures are boring and so the boring time i just want a funful rhyme. Peeping out of the window looking at the ground it took away my heart the lovely nature sound. A little bird staring me up the neem tree as if she also know i want to roam free. suddenly something hits me up on my chin i get to know that it's something very thin. My teacher hits me and ask me to stand she ask me to show my little pretty hand. She came near me holding a fearful stick i shivered thinking that my be her mind had got sick. When no option left i showed her my hand my heart beating faster as if i came to an end. My eyes filled with fear when i saw the stick hanged and guess what happend next "THE SCHOOL BELL"ranged.

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