The Sheet Hut
My round head squishes up against the ceiling as I hide under the blue rectangle desk. I hear the teachers comfy chair squealing like a baby. With two of my friends beside me, we all feel squished
as the desk closes in on us. My book grows larger and larger as my squeezed face pushes down on it. The lavender coloured sheet waves at me and grins. My silent hands quiver and shake as the desk squishes me, the book is stepping towards me and the sheet is smiling a deep dark smile, ¨Could this day get any worse?¨ I think to myself.
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