"Argh, it's a wet lunch time" I
murmured as I walked into class. I muttered to myself it's going to be a long,
Children are darting everywhere. It's as
busy as a hurricane. The dark grey sky covers the rooftops like an enormous
I can hear the click click clicking of the
computers working. Pitter patter goes the rain on the rooftops. The wind howls.
Children are gossiping and babbling, having the most wonderful time. The noise
So my point is: I despise wet lunch times