On drug addicts and the freedom of the pen denied.

So my school has this thing with people writing. Basically, they banned anything written which contains influences of magic and violence.

Me : So what do we write about now.

Ez : Factual essays.

Me : But most of them are boring.

Ez : Exactly.

And here's the best part, my two essay assignments came up.

1) I witnessed a robbery
2) I was a druggie.

So, I found it hard to twist what is a typical essay in my teacher's mind.
This is what she expects in the robbery essay.

Person goes to the bank/store. Person sees a few people acting funny.
Suddenly, it seemed to be a robbery where all of them were flat on the floor with the three funny people.
And miraculously, one of the robbers sneezed and person is the only one (with divine help) to escape even though he was on the other side of the store/bank.
And conviniently, when Person is out of the bank, there is a payphone, across the street parallel to the bank.
Person calls the police, who made it in a record breaking three minutes through traffic, fires, floods and the current monster terrorizing the city.
And when it is all over, Person refuses the reward given.
To conclude, Person will remember this for the rest of the Person's life.

And for the first time since she left SMSM, Alya did not answer the phone. She has decided to be clean again.

And now, I must continue doing my moral project.

You know, the one where you 'do' chores.