Epic Language

As the holy bell reached into my ear drums as the time reaches the end of my educational hours. Reorganize my transportation for books, then start to march through the straight passage to my beloved home. Walking down the steps as I elevate down to where my transportation would be waiting for me to bring me bake to my beloved home. As my transportation arrived at the gate of the educational building, I stepped out, and approach the transportation. I swing open the opening that leads me in the transportation, then swing it back in. As the heavy machine starts roaring, the round wheels started turning. The machine starts to roam through the long pass ways that leads to my home. As I got home, I stopped in front the almighty door that stopped me from going through. I insert the key and turned as the locks moved and the door swung open. I walked in, dropped my sac of books, and hopped on the relaxing, soft, heavenly sofa. Lying on it is like lying on cloud, so comfortable that you could forget all the problems you have from the past educational hours that took forever. The most heavenly way to end a hardworking educational day.