It was a tall, thin room. There was one skinny window that stretched up to the ceiling. The walls were close - only about 4 feet apart - and they grappled up at the flourescent lights earnestly, like they were trying to get out. The carpet was that blue, confetti-patterened kind. It was stained by who knows what.
They had informed me that the door locked automatically.
The walls were painted white. There was a bulletin board on the wall above the built-in desk - although it could have served as a very hard bed - with the rules pinned up on it. The rest of the bulletin board was peppered with rude remarks in pencil, criticising the service.
I was in a library study room.
School has begun.
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“Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” - G.K. Chesterton
HMMMM
I like it, a lot! but I don't have that much to say about it so I'll cut this one short with three words: I Like it! :)
Nice description
I like this a lot. The description and detail - such as the rude remarks in pencil - is really neat. I'd love to read more that you've written. :)