I cant believe that he gave me a detention. All i was doing was sketching my teacher on my textbook. I personally thought that it was pretty life like, but i guess he disagreed. My art teacher alisema I should work at my talent but then again i suppose she didn't mean during math.
Well i guess i should probably start to head to his room then, it is on the other side of the school and i have only twelve dakika to get there. As i walk along these old fashioned corridors i realize that the classrooms on either side of me are empty. But wait, that's not right its only fourth period there should be at least a few classes in this department, I'm pretty sure that Mr Ads's classroom is at the end of the math department and if i can get there with a few dakika to spare i'm sure that i might be able to finish earlier. The floor is shining in the sun light and although the linoleum floor has a nice clean quality to it the floor around the some of the doors seems to dimmer and it is almost like the shadows them selves are trying to crawl out of those rooms as the other rooms seem to glow with some unearthly light.
Ah at last Mr Ads's classroom is just in front of me. I raise my fist and knock politely on the door. I wait but no-one answers, I knock again but this time the door slowly opens. It isn't like a normal door opens though it didn't swing open, it kind of crawled open instead. I peered around the corner and saw my teacher standing over a person lying on the floor. No that person isn't lying there. he is dead. The blood from his head is slowly sliding across the spotless floor towards the door that i stand behind. my moyo starts to race as my brain begins to catch up. My teacher is a murderer. I bata back into the hallway and cover my mouth in case that i make a noise. My teacher is a MURDERER. What do i do, what do i do. Should i call for help au stay and see what happens. Because i'm only a 13 mwaka old boy i shouldn't have to deal with this sort of stuff. Heck no-one should have to deal with this. I look around the door frame again and notice that Mr Ad his holding a notepad and a pencil he quietly mutters something to himself and he starts to draw. The blood on the floor seems to retracting into the mans temple and his body seems to be fading.a couple dakika pass and the body has vanished. i gasp for air and Mr Ad looks straight into my eyes.
Well i guess i should probably start to head to his room then, it is on the other side of the school and i have only twelve dakika to get there. As i walk along these old fashioned corridors i realize that the classrooms on either side of me are empty. But wait, that's not right its only fourth period there should be at least a few classes in this department, I'm pretty sure that Mr Ads's classroom is at the end of the math department and if i can get there with a few dakika to spare i'm sure that i might be able to finish earlier. The floor is shining in the sun light and although the linoleum floor has a nice clean quality to it the floor around the some of the doors seems to dimmer and it is almost like the shadows them selves are trying to crawl out of those rooms as the other rooms seem to glow with some unearthly light.
Ah at last Mr Ads's classroom is just in front of me. I raise my fist and knock politely on the door. I wait but no-one answers, I knock again but this time the door slowly opens. It isn't like a normal door opens though it didn't swing open, it kind of crawled open instead. I peered around the corner and saw my teacher standing over a person lying on the floor. No that person isn't lying there. he is dead. The blood from his head is slowly sliding across the spotless floor towards the door that i stand behind. my moyo starts to race as my brain begins to catch up. My teacher is a murderer. I bata back into the hallway and cover my mouth in case that i make a noise. My teacher is a MURDERER. What do i do, what do i do. Should i call for help au stay and see what happens. Because i'm only a 13 mwaka old boy i shouldn't have to deal with this sort of stuff. Heck no-one should have to deal with this. I look around the door frame again and notice that Mr Ad his holding a notepad and a pencil he quietly mutters something to himself and he starts to draw. The blood on the floor seems to retracting into the mans temple and his body seems to be fading.a couple dakika pass and the body has vanished. i gasp for air and Mr Ad looks straight into my eyes.
Your expression when wewe see me
drives me over the edge.
wewe are the only reason
why my moyo still functions
We are the formula of love
I am certain
that wewe upendo me too.
No one
could ever make a difference
on how i feel towards you
We are the formula of love
Promise that we wont
ever break apart
We are the image
of a heart
the outcome of each other
and the formula of love
Although wewe think clockwise
and i think counterclockwise
we always meet up in the end
wewe are 100% mine
and my formula of love
wewe are the center of my world
My feeling towards you
shows on my face
I can estimate that you
will always have a spot in my heart
now can wewe believe
that, that was only a sample
of how i feel about you
drives me over the edge.
wewe are the only reason
why my moyo still functions
We are the formula of love
I am certain
that wewe upendo me too.
No one
could ever make a difference
on how i feel towards you
We are the formula of love
Promise that we wont
ever break apart
We are the image
of a heart
the outcome of each other
and the formula of love
Although wewe think clockwise
and i think counterclockwise
we always meet up in the end
wewe are 100% mine
and my formula of love
wewe are the center of my world
My feeling towards you
shows on my face
I can estimate that you
will always have a spot in my heart
now can wewe believe
that, that was only a sample
of how i feel about you
Hell is nothing zaidi than the outcome of a natural life
Humans are not built for perfection au purity
Every human no matter what is stained in someway
It could be a horrid thought, A mistaken word said
Perhaps actions that ended in consequence
This is why I chose not to fear it, but embrace it
If wewe are to believe in heaven au hell than believe it’s whatever wewe want
Only the dead have seen it so how is we to know it’s a horrific place
Perhaps it is just a place wewe can be sent as a personal decision
I’m am not fully faithful, stepping into heaven would be fraud
I choose to accept whatever happens, in truth it is not me I worry about
Understand it’s all matter of opinion and I’m open to all
Humans are not built for perfection au purity
Every human no matter what is stained in someway
It could be a horrid thought, A mistaken word said
Perhaps actions that ended in consequence
This is why I chose not to fear it, but embrace it
If wewe are to believe in heaven au hell than believe it’s whatever wewe want
Only the dead have seen it so how is we to know it’s a horrific place
Perhaps it is just a place wewe can be sent as a personal decision
I’m am not fully faithful, stepping into heaven would be fraud
I choose to accept whatever happens, in truth it is not me I worry about
Understand it’s all matter of opinion and I’m open to all