Mr Linger walks into our classroom, he has a picky pong, straight from his neck and armpits; a long bushy beard, stuffed with last night’s leftovers, and a beady glass eye. He hasn’t washed in 2 weeks now, i can tell, he’s called Mr Linger for a reason! He says “Good morning class.” in his monotone voice, we say “Good morning Mr Linger.” and Martin coughed in a way that we knew it was fake, he hated school and always wanted to fake being sick to get out of it. I zoned out and couldn’t hear what Mr Linger was talking about, but i heard ‘Early Break and Lunch’. YES!! This is Greg signing out for now!