(Summer Learning Journey)
*name*= Nelson Mandela
*date*= 26/7/1987
Drops of water from the damp ceiling is continuously hitting the concrete ground that is creating a mold to form, the drops of water reminds me of the ticking clock I youst to have in my bedroom when I was a child. My bed has mysterious orange stains and it smells like roadkill, I can barely sleep with it.
My jail cell door has some tagging, it looks if a few of the rusty bars were dented if someone tried to escape. It was lunch, the food was just chucky slop it tasted like a dog frew up dog food.
*date*= 10/1/1990....
