I discreetly approach The Creative School disguised as Indian prince riding on a white elephant with a 20-person harem after me. At first glance, the schoolyard looks like all other schoolyards. But then I discover a student struggling with himself. He grabs his clothes and hurls himself in a big bow and lands in a bush. Another of the school’s students, Sara Agurkas, notices the incident.
“It is Greeks Poppy. You do not have to be worried. He usually stops after a short while. ”
I consider Sarah Agurkas in-depth. She discovers that I am reserved. Shortly after, while she is busy with another conversation, I’m lucky to glue one of her white shoes to the asphalt. When she notices it, she resists for a moment and then loosens the laces and leaves the shoe behind and unaffected leaves to attend class with only one shoe on. In the meantime, the fight is over. Minutes later, the schoolyard is deserted.
