Creative Writing: Thomas´Happy Place

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It was the first day at school, my arms and legs were shivering like those of a frightened mouse in front of a cat as I was standing in front of the humongous school gate. The bell had rung and Thomas took his first few steps, “so far so good” Thomas murmured, but that one thing was that Thomas forgot about his MUM, praying to god as Thomas walk that she wouldn’t call me. “Thomas!” Thomas mum shouted “oh no” Thomas said to myself. Thomas mum approached me she grabbed Thomas and gave him a kiss with her pink lips. Others laughed as Thomas ignored and sprinted towards the class didn’t know where to place my shameless body in front or at the back, so Thomas took my chances and sat at the back so no one would see me. So now Thomas was nicely relaxed and forgot what happen today and there Thomas sees a huge chubby boy stomping towards me “looks like I got my foot in my mouth” Thomas said in his head “hey you, get out of my seat you geek” he said, as I started to pack he shouted again “hurry up” and he shoved me out from the table like a Thomas wasn’t even there and from that day Thomas kn...

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