There will only be peace when the last king is strangled with the last priest's entrails.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Last one- SOL Tuesday the 31st
The sun slowly rises above the horizon, and now I know my daunting fate has hit me. I look at my clock, 9:00 am. Late already, the house seems unusually quiet though. I get up and ask everyone why I am so late for school. But the first answer I get is, because you need to get up earlier. It seems as if I forgot, that it is SPRING BREAK. I sprint down the stairs, and then I ask myself what I am doing, so I sprint back to bed and enjoy another four hours of sleep before I have to do anything.
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