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 Pencil Case and Paper  -  (NEW)
My school days were precious times I think back to those times often.
 The writing in the toilet cubical, the graffiti spread across the playground
 wall.

 I used to paint pictures with the palm of my hands, and pinned them up until they
 they were six feet tall.

 Tuesday was model making day, some times I would make things out of clay, whilst  
I looked through the window at the girls with ribbons in their hair, as they skipped
double - dutch in the playground with out care.


 Plastescene in buckets, brightly coloured and molded into bricks, and small buildings
stood in the corner built out of sticks.
 

 Wednesday was sports day, and I use to run, I ran around the school playing field just for fun.
  Other boys wore school ties around their waist, as they played football on the muddy field.
  As they tried to score goals to win the team shield.



  Thursday was arts and craft day, it was a great day for me, I use to sit and draw all sorts of things,
  whilst leaning against my favorite tree. I wished I was there again lost in my innocence.
 I look back at these times often, I think about my the lucky charms I collected on my desk, along with  
pencil case and paper.
 


  Friday was fish and chips day, every week I at least I enjoyed one school dinner, a plate of food with chocolate sponge
cake for afters was always a winner.

  I never liked any of my lessons at school, I was always bunking off, or breaking rules.
  My favorite season at school was summer, because I recall having vanilla ice cream and strawberry pie.
  I used to poor cream over mine, and when I closed my eyes, I felt like I was floating up towards the sky.


  I remember my teacher, he always told me to 'come back later', and would constantly remind me to bring my pencil case and paper.
  

  There were times when I did things to follow the crowd, I stayed silent and faded into the background, instead of speaking out loud.
   I use to buy black - jacks and bubblegum on my way to school.
   The rebellious boys stole bottles of drink and chocolate bars, they thought it was their way of been cool.      

 


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