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I stretch out my short, cramped legs, wishing i was out of this crowded room. i yawned and looked lonignly out the window, where i can see that the flat ohio plains are bathed in golden sun light. i listen to fellow peers rythmic breathing as i try not to let frustration and anger take over me. I wanted to kick something...hard. Preferably a human being. i wanted whoever put me here to feel the pain i was feeling. Why was i here? Why were we here? all of us, sitting in hard chairs, in a small dusty room with blank walls and the smell of dust and chalk in the air. The smell gave me a splitting head ache, and all i wanted was to be out of this prison. the girl next to me wouldnt stop fidgeting, and the boy behind me kept sighing, like his life was over. i knew how he felt. I felt like we where all riding in a speeding car down a steep hill, just waiting for the end to come. I was afraid i was going to start hyper ventalating, so i repeated to myself over and over again...in and out in an out. it didnt work very well. I heard the door creep to life, and into the dim room came the monster. She wore an ugly plaid dress, which looked like a plastic bag stretched over her fat body, hugging her rolls. she wore a pin which sceamed "Reading is fun!", with a happy little dog giving the thumbs up sign. On her face was hooker red lipstick and an array of wrinkles which matched her cracked, large owl glasses. She wore a bright smile on her face, and i knew then that torturing poor children was hr passion. I winced at the sight of her, and several kids gasped. She crossed the room and wrote her name large on the board and declared happily "Welcome to the first day of 10th grade, class"