The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to come in. The door creaked as I swung it open. Dirty wooden floors covered in dust met with tall burnt walls with various portraits. I took one more step inside. Everything went black. I suddenly found myself gaping for air. My head was covered in a sack. As adrenaline kicked in. I began to swing my arms around but cold hands tied loops of duck tape with tightening them in place. I was roughly guided up what
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AuthorHi, I am Anna Garthwaite, the teacher of Room 3. I have been a teacher for a few years now - since 1994! I have taught both here in NZ and overseas in England and Kuwait. I am married with 2 children, Ben and Harry. Archives
December 2014
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