Life with the knife
"LIFE, YOU FORGOT YOUR KNIFE!" called mom from the kitchen- just as I thought.
Ok..I'll explain this as easily as possible, I think. I go to demonic high -my mom thinks it's a school with an odd name but really she doesn't know what goes on there. There are demons and angels. Yes what I'm saying is true. Ma wouldn't belive me but when she heard about murderers she sped to the shops and brought a sharp old fashioned knife, about medium size that is is big but can fit my school bag. The knife was designed with faries- yes faries, the thing on my hate list I don't like alot of things and faries is defo on that list. The knife came with a cover so it doesn't cut though my bag and harm me. The thing about Ma is that she is overprotective and by that I mean she wouldn't let me do that and this and what not. It's like she controls my life. And I hate that knife- oh wait talking bout that knife I have to go get it.
"COMING!"I yell and sprint to the kitchen, I grab the knife and rush out the front door closing it behind me. I made my way to school.
