AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Kendrick Ryan G. Alvia
III-Roentgen
It was cold, it was damp, and it was fine.
Was I mistaken? It was afternoon, but it was cold. What it seemed to be a September afternoon, became my holiday. It was fun—while it lasted.
With six people inside the place, it was never felt alive ever before. There were chocolate chips, a cold atmosphere, and what seemed to be a season of giving.
My companions shared what they had. I enjoyed for an hour, it was the greatest joy to play and have fun in what seemed to be a holiday paradise. I played the computer—it was a game about how joyous penguins crossed the sea, just like how I crossed a subject with such joy and glee.
Yes, it was a weekday, and I was supposed to be in my room, studying. But I’m glad I wasn’t, for I might have never experienced that joy.
It was cold, it was damp, it was fine, no it was not Christmas Time, but it was what I called Clinic Time, the place of the best actors a school could have.
Was I mistaken? It was afternoon, but it was cold. What it seemed to be a September afternoon, became my holiday. It was fun—while it lasted.
With six people inside the place, it was never felt alive ever before. There were chocolate chips, a cold atmosphere, and what seemed to be a season of giving.
My companions shared what they had. I enjoyed for an hour, it was the greatest joy to play and have fun in what seemed to be a holiday paradise. I played the computer—it was a game about how joyous penguins crossed the sea, just like how I crossed a subject with such joy and glee.
Yes, it was a weekday, and I was supposed to be in my room, studying. But I’m glad I wasn’t, for I might have never experienced that joy.
It was cold, it was damp, it was fine, no it was not Christmas Time, but it was what I called Clinic Time, the place of the best actors a school could have.
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