almosthuman
The chalk screeched it's way down the chalkboard, emitting a noise that sounded like nails being dragged. A powdery white was left behind, marking the way of the chalk on the black board. "Stop!" cried the headmaster.
The chalk screeched it's way down the chalkboard, emitting a noise that sounded like nails being dragged. A powdery white was left behind, marking the way of the chalk on the black board.
2000 songs on the radio. 2000 titles to remember. 2000 ways to lose myself in myself. He took me in his arms and swung me about, us both laughing as we danced across the freshly mown grass, the hot sun beating down on us. This is the life.