• I awaken to the sound of my dreaded alarm clock. I dress my self, and stumble blindly through the darkness of the hallway into the kitchen to cook breakfast. I eat with a slow pace as I wait for the clock to strike seven oclock. When the soft chimes of the grandfather clock behind me penetrate the silence I stand hesitantly.
    Time to go I guess. I mumble sadly into the darkness.
    I quietly slither out the front door almost in a serpentine way attempting to keep the many animals in my home. Closing the front door with a soft click I lock the door. I halt as soon as the rising sun hits my face as I realize that I am going to Hell for the last time today until the summer comes to an end.

    Clutching my book bag close I board the hand basket that is to take me to a place some may call fun Hell to me, my punishment for living as a child. The basket comes to a halt with a jerk. I reluctantly pull myself from the seat, and walk out to the gates of hell. The burning world of boredom, and hatred, as well as happiness and love. Death, and heartbreak.

    Slowly I make my way to my first Chamber of Torture I sit and listen as the demon of this chamber lectures, rants, and raves to jam as much into my head as it can. Chamber one is over and we all quickly and silently scurry out of the room to our next torture. Again I must endure another Demons screechy voice as it rants, raves, and again lectures.
    So much to do so little time! They cackle as the pile of homework steadily increases.
    We get a small break at noon for a small food break. We all eat out food quickly and silently so we can get enough nourishment before we must endure more torture. Soon I have to dash madly for my fourth chamber afraid of the punishment if I am late. Soon my head is overflowing with so much information and thoughts I can hardly look at anything without my mind pulling up everything about it like its history, who invented it, all the elements used to create it, and how to do so.
    Only one more to go, I whisper to my self. Just one more hour 'til the summer is here and I am free

    I attempt to make my head hold more information in its small confines without successes.
    I hope I remember this all next year. I think. Thinking was difficult with all the information attempting to be filed into my brain at the same time. I attempt to humor the many demons of hell as they attempt to make my head explode or to make me mentally incapable. The bell rings and Hell other known as School is over. I am free For now.