The journey begins on Wednesday, 25th January, 2017, at 8:45 am. A simple group of students, unaware of what they shall uncover. A straightforward walk, from corridor to corridor, in search of the lessons in which they must participate. An absolute hate will grow as the unholiest of crimes unfolds before their very eyes...OUT OF PLACE OBJECTS.
Before school has even begun, life is already hell. Thanks to CERTAIN friends we are most certainly NOT GOING TO NAME *cough* ABIGAIL
The STICKERS on the DOORS
The LINES on the WINDOW
The drain placement
There are countless of these odd metal frames that appear to serve no purpose except to be laid badly for the WORLD TO SEE
I could have laid this floor better than these builders
And this floor
Does this even need an explaination?
WHO BUILT THIS ROOF?
Ocd is not a disease that bothers; it's a disease that tortures... - J.J Keeler
After an imminant mental breakdown, several packets of tissues later (which I also screamed about because they had 7 tissues in each which is UNEVEN and UNLUCKY) and even more stare-offs, break was finally on the agenda. But wait...
YOU GUESSED IT...
The ALIGNMENT (or lack of)
the angle of the poster
the eyes, the outline, the angle of each piece of paper, the EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PHOTO
1) THE POSTERS 2) Indra's BADGE
it takes literally two seconds to fix this
One blind built in, one on top and the ANGLE
1) THERE IS A MISSING DRAW 2) The angle of the STICKERS 3) The angle of the draws themselves
The MEME wall (ft. Indra's arms)
EVERYTIME. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
This plug socket
FIX YOUR ROOM, MR. SHRIMPTON, PLEASE.
By the end of the day, I am surprised I am still standing. Many people wish to state the obvious about my clear concern for people's inability to keep things in order. I am literally ready to collapse to the floor and containing my wish to scream at the top of my lungs about the matter is running very, VERY thin. Through gritted teeth, I managed to escape the lesson on time but soon start ranting after we have made it outside.
After five minutes of walking through crowds full of wonky posters and oddly-angles tiles I let out an almighty scream which (to say the least) startled a few people and triggered a few comments conatining some choice words.
By this stage it is very obvious that the logical and paranoid voices in my head have started yet another argument as to why we should or should not go over there and fix the leaflet pinned to the wall. I can tell that my eyebrow it twitching and even demons themselves are beginning to run for cover.
Eventually, we reach Sasha's house and she invites me in.