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Body Odour Creative Writing

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The supply teacher, a middle aged man, one I recognised vaguely by voice and sight, but not by name; barks orders from the side of the room, as he stands slightly slumped against the wall, watching my classmates intently as they each take in turns to spar. The room reeks of body odour and a strong metallic smell, which follows more often than not after injuries take place. The familiar smell of blood is now an unpleasant effluvium that I recognise all too well nowadays. Per usual, I have zoned out, like I often do whenever classes take a swift and sudden turn, and an allowance for a violent outbreak. Being the smallest and possibly frailest girl in class-standing only about five foot four and weighing mere pounds below the average BMI, has
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