What I found even more unsettling was the house itself. Not only were most windows dark – not surprising given my late arrival – but many were boa...ded shut. The roof showed obvious signs of disrepair. I took a quick detour off the main path and had a look at the stables. They were generously sized, with room for at least half a dozen riding horses, a quad team of draft animals and not one, but two large, four-wheeled coaches. Given the narrow streets I had walked to get here, there had to be. During the voyage, a man stood close behind me and started squeezing my buttocks with his hands. As the bus was crowded and I didn’t want to make a scene I simply stood there and let him. The following day the same thing happened again. I went home feeling confused; because I knew it was wrong but at the same time I felt a bit excited and proud that someone considered my round ass worth feeling up. When I woke alone at home the next morning I thought about the journey back and before I realized. " I said. "Keep up the attitude and you'll earn another day of detention. She shot back. Not wanting to push my luck, I sighed and took a seat in the back. There was none of my friends in here. Just two other guys and some crazy emotional chick. "Great." I thought, "This is gonna suck." Ms. Hannah passed out everyone's assignments, and of course I got my unfinished work from earlier. I figured I'd at least half ass it, so I could have a decent chance of passing. I kept on noticing Ms. Hannah. The name of the shop was PSYCHIC HOUSE!! Outside the shop's windows were the words HAVE YOUR FORTUNE READ. Beneath the first sentence were these words: HAVE YOUR FUTURE TOLD.Kim walked in. There was bell-ringing sound.Inside the shop were all kings of souvenirs. Statues. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in the middle of her forehead with her two normal eyes closed. She also saw poster of Niostradamus: The Man Who.