Candace's Care Package
"One hundred and one white blocks, one hundred and two white blocks, one hundred and three white blocks, one hundred and four, how many more blocks till I get even more bored?" I sang to myself as I continued counting the 6,852 white squares plated on the walls surrounding me. I had gotten so much "booty juice" from fighting back with Mrs. Laurel today that it felt like I was in a straightjacket. Luckily, I wasn't in a straightjacket, but I couldn't find the strength to get my body to move correctly. The fight was uncalled for, but my anger got in the way and sent me into the state I'm now stuck in. I swayed my head back and forth to the beat of the music I was making as I continued counting the white blocks.
