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icl this makes me wanna cry i was wandering around a silent village, i stumbled across an open chromebook so i decided to log in and what i found when that loaded was torturous. i saw that mark dixon had disgraced me with his presence and gave us this form of frustration through words on a screen. im incredibly dissapoiten in my cohorts decision making. I feel as though it should be said that ;sparx is an unresposible, childish, disgraceful, unhinged and frankly terrible app. I believe the sparx does not eat.unlike me who just did. im flabbergasted at this bonkers app bro im tired.

I used to pick at my skin. It was a compulsion. I would spend hours in the bathroom, staring as close as I could get to my face to the mirrors, searching for darkened pores to squeeze and watch the congealed oil worm its way out of my skin. Often I would end with swollen red marks where it had become inflamed with irritation or infection. Did I hear the song then? Was it when I was a child, such a clear memory of a classmate telling me a blackhead was a hole in my face, and if I didn’t keep it clean it would grow and rot. Did I hear it then, as that image lodged in my mind forever? Or was it last year, passing by a strip of green they call a park near my house, after the rain, and watching a hundred worms crawl and squirm to the surface. Perhaps I’ve always heard it. Perhaps the itch has always been the real me, and it was the happy, smiling Jane who called herself a witch and drank wine in the park when it was sunny. Maybe it was her who was the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what I am. Of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. That love us in their way. I need to think. To clear my head. To try and remember, but remember what? I was lonely before. I know that. I had friends, at least I used to, but I lost them. Or they lost me. Why was it? I remember shouting, recriminations, and I was abandoned. No idea why. The memories are a blur. I do remember that they called me “toxic”. I don’t think I really knew what that meant, except that it was the reason I was so very painfully lonely. Was that it? Was I swayed and drawn simply by the prospect of being genuinely loved? Not loved as you would understand it. A deeper, more primal love. A need as much as a feeling. Love that consumes you in all ways. You can’t help me. I’m sure of that now. I have tried to write it down, to put it into terms and words you could understand. And now I stare at it and not a word of it is even enough to fully describe the fact that I itch. Because ‘itch’ is not the right word. There is no right word because for all your Institute and ignorance may laud the power of the word, it cannot even stretch to fully capture what I feel in my bones. What possible recourse could there be for me in your books and files and libraries except more useless ink and dying letters? I see now why the hive hates you. You can see it and log it and note it’s every detail but you can never understand it. You rob it of its fear even though your weak words have no right to do so. I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul.

WORST WEBSITE EVER!! NO OTHER WEBSITE ON PLANET EARTH IS WORSE.

This unholy abomination haunts me and my cousins to this day. every Tuesday I spend my last few brain cells to do Sparx Maths only to get in reward trauma and depression. In my opinion it is the worst thing teachers use. skibdi

I have to deal with this absaloot crap every Tuesday night and I have seen the reviews and i think that every teacher who thinks sparks maths is good should check the reviews and why do we need a book work check like it’s some kind of important document or it’s a 15 min detention and it’s not like i spend about 40mins in the morning getting ready and then 6 hours of school and then i am coming home after a long day and having to more work like where is the perimeter of a rectangle going to help me in work when i am older

STOP CHILD ABUSE! This app tortures me and my classmates every Thursday. Every single child that has experienced Sparx maths will suffer severe trauma and anxiety for their whole lifetime.

sparx is garbage bro i hate it in fact i hate homework in general kids would be better off without homework

I think all those review are true but for the wrong reasons. it is painful that my teacher says its me not the sparx but it so bad! i hate it and i have 1 hour of it for H/W