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LATE FOR SCHOOL
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¢LATE FOR SCHOOL
½ By Lionheart / RAZOR 1911
¹The radio played an old tune from
Phil Collins when Peter woke up. He
was well aware of the one fact that
he'd be going to school and that the
radio would wake him in time. He had
put a lot of energy into that radio
which his brother had given to him a
few years ago. It was an old
transistor radio which he had build
in an alarm funktion which he was
really proud of. He turned around in
the warm and comfortable bed. Peter
slowly threw an eye at the display on
the radio. It showed 07:48, ahh!
Thought Peter he could sleep about 12
minutes before the school starts.
Hmmm.. Starts! "Gee! I'm late " .
He said and with extreme hurry he got
up and dressed.
With the sweater outside in he ran
out in the kitchen taking some milk
and making a sandwhich. Then while
eating the sandwhich he ran out on
the yard. Taking his bike and riding
down along the countryroad.
He started to feel awake as the cold
morning wind blew at his face and
through his hair . The forest had
started to live and the first
glimmers of sunshine had many hours
ago fought a huge battle with the
darkness and night as the opponent.
He passed a stream where he used to
play as a child. He had lived in
¶these wood his entire life and had
quite a stroll to get to school .
The stream was refreshed with cold
ice water up from the great mountains
and all the pureness which the
lanscape posessed. Now he could see
the bus stop by the road not far
away. Where is the bus? Peter
thought while passing the stop. The
bus always stops there for about 50
minutes every morning. Was there
anything special about this morning?.
He put his bike by the parking and
walked up towards the main building
of the school. He looked through the
window but there were nobody there.
He opened the door and went inside.
It was a lot warmer inside and he
started to sweat. He walked through
the hallway down towards the locker.
When passing a spot where the sun
shined in through the dusty window a
wall of intensive heat struck him in
the face. He had to close his eyes
for a second. He walked to his
locker and opened it, taking out the
books. Then he looked at the
calender on the inside of the locker
door. " Hmmm.... let's see here....
the 16th hmm.... hmmm...
Saturday.... Saturday! ..No! this
can't be true ! " He shouted when
looking in the class-rooms and
discovering that they are empty.
"But how could this have happened? I
putted of the alarm on the radio.."
He sadly said when walking towards
his bike. When riding home he
thought about buying a new radio.
² THE END