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Doctor Puppet Who Tardis Boarding School wasn't any posh place, despite its name. Its criteria of future pupils' selection were simple: anybody could become a student, but during studying he or she was to prove his or her being worthy in any way. No one was to be a genius, though being smart was also appreciated, but "human qualities", as they were called here, were to appear in each student. That could be friendliness, sincerity, kindness, bravery - all kinds of human qualities.Doctor Puppet Who1 hour ago in Short Stories
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But the students of Tardis Boarding School were united not only by that. Especially the youngest group, aged from six to nine (yes, children could get accepted to this school since six).
"Aaaarrrrgh! I got you!"
"No, you did not!"
"You have the special kind of weapon?"
"It's a screwdriver! Whirrrrrrrr!"
"Rose, screwdrivers don't go whirrrrrrr..."
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The ScratchesA few nights ago, I heard these scratches. Screech! Screech! Not just any scratches! It sounded like the scratches were desperate. Wanting attention, like it was not an easy thing to get. I felt sorry for the scratches. They made me depressed, almost. For 6 nights I'd hear that screech and it sounded like the saddest thing in the world. Like a billion violins were playing across the universe just for it. 3 days ago, I got home from work. I had a long, tiring day. Debra, my co-worker, said I was too much of a anchor to be aboard the ship anymore. That I brought everyone down. I yelled at her. And I yelled some more. What made me mad was that I got fired. I was the one who was standing up for myself, asserting myself. I got fired. I was unemployed, already struggling, and living in that crumby apartment on the bottom level. I turned on Channel 7, to take my mind off of things. Took my heels off and curled up on the couch. The news anchor was talking about InsaThe Scratches6 hours ago in Personal
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