Ghost Teacher #112
I sit at my desk. I stare at my walls. It’s a Saturday. I have nothing to do but think. I have finished my homework. I have no cases to solve. I have no places to explore. I am bored. I thought that I wanted some time like this, time to myself, but I had not considered what I would actually do with any me time.
My life has been busy and exciting since moving to this town. A day like this one was common place at one time but now it is a rarity. I think about the house of my dreams. I think of the meaning of such a dream.
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