It was a beautiful morning. Tim got woken up by the sound of the radio playing his favorite song. This morning he wanted to try out the new juice machine by squeezing some Oranges.
By looking out of the window he saw Mr. Brown, his German teacher, which he hated the most. He decided to throw the orange peel from the window right on his head.
That night they tried to escape. They had successfully dug a tunnel under wall. It was damp, hot and disgusting but still better than prison. And then he saw light and was free. He breathed in the air and embraced the falling rain. He was grinning from ear to ear. But then the alarm went off and the sound was unbearable. He felt as if he was going to explode. He ran, ran and ran. Until he could no longer hear the sirens and was finally free.
I have to spend two weeks in this place ‘til my trial starts. I just want to go and play ball with my son. But I am here, just hearing wolves instead of laughs.
Part 3
Ten people came to help, and thankfully there was a girl who knew how to deactivate a bomb . We were all very scared not knowing if it would actually work. Five minutes later the girl that was deactivating the bomb said that it was ready but it would be better if we buried it. And that’s exactly what we did.
Every day I dream about the feeling of those cold handcuffs scarring my wrists. I wish they would have never been there.
MUHAHAHA
MUHAHAHAHA!! I, Kerim Collings, received a special secret mission from my tutor Bissinger: I was assigned editor and was supposed to look through all of your stories and correct any mistake you made, and I did so successfully. It was admittedly sometimes hard to keep this secret, but I had no choice; My sacred reputation was at stake after all. It was a tough mission, I mean some stuff written was quite, well, “special” but I got through. It’s kind of funny that only 15 percent of the class managed to publish their story but I guess that worked to my favour because I only had less “special stuff” to look at. Okay my story isn’t exactly a masterpiece but still. I’m actually only writing this because I know nobody will read this. Wait what? Mr. Bissinger is reading this out loud to the class isn’t he?…. Ah. Sh*t. Umm…. Pineapples are tasty! That didn’t work, did it? He’s still reading this? Wow. I actually just have a lot respect for him now managing to get through this. *Claps hands and nods*
Tim went home with tears rolling down his cheeks and falling to the ground.
Part 2
On the way home I could only think about that night when everything changed. I remember falling down the stairs and my head hitting the floor but after that everything seems to be blurred. I remember hearing sirens and the next thing I remember is waking up in an hospital room.
Part 2
On my way home I could only think of that night when everything happened. I remembered falling down the stairs and my head hitting the ground. I remember the blood on my hands and after that I passed out. The next thing I remember is waking up in an hospital bed.
Thankfully he made friends. Friends who didn’t need to read books for dummies to plan stuff. They were shady of course, but who wasn’t?