Thursday, March 27, 2014

Caught Red Handed


I got him.

He thought he could not push in his chair again.

I started walking away, completely aware of what he did.

I raged and yelled.

The class felt my anger.

My voice powerful enough to knock down a stone wall.

He put his head down.

He tried to ignore me,

but he felt my eyes piercing his underdeveloped skull.

I knew he would give up.

I summoned him.

He denied my accusation.

He knew he lied.

He was caught... red handed.


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