Typical Monday

Mon, 09/30/2013 - 13:57 -- Lippsas

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I wake up everyday, tired as can be. Slugging through the hallways, grim faces are what I see. My locker will not open, I swear this time it's the lock,  trying to get my books, as all the students flock. There went the bell, as I'm standing in disbelief. "You're tardy, to the office!" just yelled Mr. Shlief.

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