Breaking Free“Alright, class, who can tell me what the square root of eighty - one is?” a middle - aged woman asked the twenty - five children that were seated in a grey classroom in front of her. She was a strict teacher, demanding and always punctual. She was never seen to either smile or frown, only to teach. Teaching was the only thing that existed in her daft reality. That was no fun.Breaking Free2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The class that she taught consisted of young souls with eyes as big as their collective innocence. Their untainted minds hadn’t yet succumbed to the corruption of forced conclusions, and they were probably the only physical element in the classroom that didn’t blend in with all the greyness within. Each had their own distinct features and unique qualities. There wasn’t a student older than five, and they accepted the woman’s teachings without question.
The teacher’s blouse was cyan - grey. Her skirt was dark grey and her eyes were framed in a metallic piece of wire with t