‘That’s not proper English’ a foreign student cried. ‘You can’t just add a comma, or has the teacher lied?’. I came in here to study, not sit and feel the pain, incessant little schoolgirls are talking shite again. 

A break is welcome fodder, the addled brain maligns, so eat your food with haste as all the students wait in lines. With hopes of food to fill them, to stave away the pain, but time is merley fleeting, and soon its class again.

The girls and guys are talking, you hear a manic  laugh, not sure if it should chill your soul or make you beat a path! The guard who stops the students from entering no doubt, he’s heard the laugh and left his post, he’s wandering about.

It’s nothing to concern you, no need to scare yourself. It’s only manic laughter at jokes about myself. Don’t look at me in horror, I’m just a normal guy, it only seems to go like this whenever you walk by! 

With tables filled with clutter and bags left strewn around, it doesn’t take that long to hear that god almighty sound! ‘You can’t eat that in here pet’ a shrill old northern voice, ‘so where the hell can we sit and eat, there is no other choice’

This woman runs the canteen, she tells the students straight Whilst making food and pouring drinks, her voice begins to grate! So stay in here and suffer, or wander to the pub, but if I go, I’ll stay all day, now there’s the fucking rub! 

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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