My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.
My hometown was in a quiet mountain top, surrounding me was nothing but shades of green from tree tops, and all i needed was nothing.
Laci had a rather eccentric style.
Laci wore mismatched clothing with crazy handmade jewlery, she had long frizzy hair and a voice that peirced through your ears..
Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.
Mr. Brown is a stern uneasy to talk to teacher, he sits in class all day and preaches, will i ever learn anything here!
The room seemed very institutional
The room was very dull, as i walked in a chill ran down my spine i didnt feel comfortable, i had to leave.
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