I have been thinking about writing some wat of a story of some children who live at Gordonstoun school but a few twists. Its the apocalypse and the teachers have gone. they were given a set of instructions before the teachers left. ‘hold out until help comes.’
It’s an idea and to spend my free time instead of playing games and eating tuck, I could try writing.
It is so much fun being here at superhero school where the mornings are average waking up brushing teeth but then I get one of the best parts of the day in the morning where on the way to breakfast I ride down the hill giving me a lot of speed and waking me up ready for socializing at breakfast. then there is the boring bits like chapel and lessons. and then there is the tricky part of the day. going back to my house
now this should be a simple task of cycling back. but a negative of living on top of a hill is that you have to climb up it. This hill has been a small personal challenge of exercise and my legs begin to snap off when I get closer to the top.
Sorry for how small this is
I am tyred and have a sore throat
this is Oliver signing out
