• The Private School •

A tall, red, and crumbling building looms over the desoulate school yard and rusted swing set, the chains not even attached to the rubber seats. The concrete is shattered like glass, its' shards extremely sharp, just laying atop the debris that lays strewn across. Inside the red brick building is lamanet floors, an ugly puke shade of olive green. Through the white wooden door, ripped off of its' hinges, lays the cafeteria, the supply of food hidden in there now demolished by the famished canines who live by this school. The classrooms are large and open, most of the desks on their sides, a maze of tangles desktops and legs. The most prized room in this now shabby place is the teacher's lounge, the comfy sofa is still sticking together, although there aren't any of the legs, they were probably used as chewing bones. Many dogs like it here, but this makes it uncommonly crowed and pushy. Will it be your choice of place?