Mr. School has been with me ever since I was three. He is of large build, with many looks and muscles of bricks and stone.
Self-centered, Mr. School demands attention for seven hours a day, five days a week. With a bad temper, Mr. School would snarl and threatens to bite my head off when I forget to feed. Lucky for me the worst he can possibly do is to give me a few cuts and... no bruises.
Oh, other than his bad habit of binge eating, Mr. School also craves for refreshing ice cold ink served in pen casings.
Mr. School and I haven't seen each other in a long while. Sometimes I miss him.
ReplyDeleteI don't hope for him to go away, it just that that is who Mr. School is.
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