Sat on the bedside table, shining in the evening sun, was an oil lamp. “Good. ——————————-
When Daniel got to school, he met up with his best friend since Reception, Charlotte, or “Charlie” as she preferred. “I need to brush my teeth!” Daniel then heard Harry say something. History with Mrs Kirkland, Music with Mr Eaton, Maths with Mr Flanders and Geography with the gorgeous Miss Parker. “Are you not putting your pyjamas on?” She asked him. Sometimes she wished Harry would wish for something a bit more interesting than sex, but it did make her job easier. “What the fuck is that thing!?” Daniel shouted, pointing at the lamp on the floor. Daniel was thirsty, so he got out of bed, not bothering to cover up his naked body, and set off walking downstairs.
