the child recieves his paper ****** backward by the one in front flip the three pages flippantly one : intimidating . . two : boring the third adorned unexpectedly a longer -than seems can be usually- grown hair with a clump of green root sprung out and slaughtered, down across the width; stuck above the questions beneath
how could he not have seen? a pile so viscous and obscene? does everyone else have one??? are they holding their disgust beneath?
he looked up at the teacher. A look of vigilance his face bequeathed. B ut now it sprung out almost pus like a faint smile, a teachers calm reprieve
he then leaned back on his chair in comfort drooping his head back his nostrils flared now toward the child the hairs brustling from inside, all locked up in a ***** days remnants all foul and long and dehydrated like a swamp now sunned crisp; reeds on a stale bank
drawn in he felt uneasy unable to cease to stare incased inside the world that spawned in the swamp that lay up there in the cavernous orifices there
then he saw the teachers eyes, his gaze it stuck on him, the teacher began to grin further back his head leant his eyes jaundiced his teeth tanned his face pale his grin outstretched and thin