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I close the back door quietly, and turn around only to be attacked and licked by my three pet dogs. shoving them out of the way, i quickly slip past the gate - onto the open street.
the sun shines fondly on the pale tarmac. I see Children walking the same direction as me - followed closely by adults, as if they were their escorts. Come the corner shop, a small gathering of 5 or 6 high school kids crowd around the entrance, waiting - hardly patiently, but waiting. i glance at my watch - 8:35, and look up again to see a bunch of year 9's and 10's with cigarettes in hand, some i recognise, some i wouldnt get within ten foot of.
Onto the grass field now - and the school building is visible above the arrangement of thick pine trees, looking glorious in their coat of green amplified in daylight. entering the alleyway, a group of year 8 and 9 girls gather on the corner - again some with cigarettes burning in their hands. i walk by trying not to make eye contact, and before me is the 100 metre walk to the school gates. hardly anything, but the 4 minutes seemed like 40 minutes. i could tell the sunny sky of tuesday would soon go bitter, so i wasn't expecting the best of moods today.
soon enough, it wasn't long before the rain poured down on the land. i sit in the classroom listening to the short, sharp pattering of the rain on the windows - against the background of the conversations around me. The lesson dragged on, with a cover as our teacher for the lesson. i stare at the worksheet for a moment, and lose myself in a deep stare. it was depressing, let alone boring.
The bell sounds, followed by the short sighs of relief rushing from the mouths of tired and agitated students. My next lesson was all the way up 3 floors. on the stairs, the chattering and shouting of people recurring throughout the short journey was all the noise i could hear. i look longingly towards the window - all i could see was a blur of glum colours through the rippling rainfall. finally the gridlock on the stairs gets moving, but everybody around me is slowly getting fearful and stressful by the moment, and it was sure to reach the boiling point sooner or later. i fight my way through the doors of the thrid and final floor. the stairs emptied out, and all was quiet - if only for a moment.
10 minutes into our lesson - a great majority were drying off from the short exposure to the intense rainfall from crossing the road to get to the main building. Our teacher for the lesson was currently sketching our lesson plan on the board when our loud fire bell rung out constantly, causing a short shock to send her off - leaving a short streak of blue marker on the whiteboard.
"OK," she howled, "i believe that IS our fire bell, please make your way downstairs and line up on the main tennis courts in your forms"
the tennis courts were outside, and many glanced towards the window - only to meet their eyes with the gloomy outside atmosphere - dark rain.
And so, we were there - out in the storm-like conditions. our Form tutors could hardly hear themselves call out over the intense noise of the stormy weather crashing down to the ground. their coats were flapping wildly in the gales, and the sky was almost black. you could not see 50 feet in front of you - it was all clouded with rain. Names were called out one by one. a safety procedure. to check everyone is there, and not inside. Slowly the alarm came to an end, and they had put it down to faulty heating in one particular room. by this time, all of us were soaked through - dripping with rain water and shivering from the ferocious wind.
And so now, grumbling teenagers and complaining teachers sought shelter inside. I, however couldn't help watching other people wipe away the tear-like rain drops from their face. i stared, as did others - but evenually the lessons were back on schedule. it felt as if every minute was going by very slowly. the artificial yellow lights and the onslaught of rain on the windows compared to the silence of the class wasn't exactly helping me or anyone else try to have a good day. with this situation on our hands, it was impossible. The weather was so thickly concentrated that communications were down, and flooding in low land was beginning to get serious. It was then that something felt abnormal.
As it goes, i was sat facing the windows. as the teacher groaned on about physics, i stared expressionless at the world. the streets were empty, the cars were parked, and i could see small streams of water flowing into our school drains, and even with the freezing cold atmosphere, sweat filled the air with too much moisture for comfort. shirts were sticking to skin. ties felt tighter around our pale necks. the dim shade of light made each one of us look filthy.........
the sun shines fondly on the pale tarmac. I see Children walking the same direction as me - followed closely by adults, as if they were their escorts. Come the corner shop, a small gathering of 5 or 6 high school kids crowd around the entrance, waiting - hardly patiently, but waiting. i glance at my watch - 8:35, and look up again to see a bunch of year 9's and 10's with cigarettes in hand, some i recognise, some i wouldnt get within ten foot of.
Onto the grass field now - and the school building is visible above the arrangement of thick pine trees, looking glorious in their coat of green amplified in daylight. entering the alleyway, a group of year 8 and 9 girls gather on the corner - again some with cigarettes burning in their hands. i walk by trying not to make eye contact, and before me is the 100 metre walk to the school gates. hardly anything, but the 4 minutes seemed like 40 minutes. i could tell the sunny sky of tuesday would soon go bitter, so i wasn't expecting the best of moods today.
soon enough, it wasn't long before the rain poured down on the land. i sit in the classroom listening to the short, sharp pattering of the rain on the windows - against the background of the conversations around me. The lesson dragged on, with a cover as our teacher for the lesson. i stare at the worksheet for a moment, and lose myself in a deep stare. it was depressing, let alone boring.
The bell sounds, followed by the short sighs of relief rushing from the mouths of tired and agitated students. My next lesson was all the way up 3 floors. on the stairs, the chattering and shouting of people recurring throughout the short journey was all the noise i could hear. i look longingly towards the window - all i could see was a blur of glum colours through the rippling rainfall. finally the gridlock on the stairs gets moving, but everybody around me is slowly getting fearful and stressful by the moment, and it was sure to reach the boiling point sooner or later. i fight my way through the doors of the thrid and final floor. the stairs emptied out, and all was quiet - if only for a moment.
10 minutes into our lesson - a great majority were drying off from the short exposure to the intense rainfall from crossing the road to get to the main building. Our teacher for the lesson was currently sketching our lesson plan on the board when our loud fire bell rung out constantly, causing a short shock to send her off - leaving a short streak of blue marker on the whiteboard.
"OK," she howled, "i believe that IS our fire bell, please make your way downstairs and line up on the main tennis courts in your forms"
the tennis courts were outside, and many glanced towards the window - only to meet their eyes with the gloomy outside atmosphere - dark rain.
And so, we were there - out in the storm-like conditions. our Form tutors could hardly hear themselves call out over the intense noise of the stormy weather crashing down to the ground. their coats were flapping wildly in the gales, and the sky was almost black. you could not see 50 feet in front of you - it was all clouded with rain. Names were called out one by one. a safety procedure. to check everyone is there, and not inside. Slowly the alarm came to an end, and they had put it down to faulty heating in one particular room. by this time, all of us were soaked through - dripping with rain water and shivering from the ferocious wind.
And so now, grumbling teenagers and complaining teachers sought shelter inside. I, however couldn't help watching other people wipe away the tear-like rain drops from their face. i stared, as did others - but evenually the lessons were back on schedule. it felt as if every minute was going by very slowly. the artificial yellow lights and the onslaught of rain on the windows compared to the silence of the class wasn't exactly helping me or anyone else try to have a good day. with this situation on our hands, it was impossible. The weather was so thickly concentrated that communications were down, and flooding in low land was beginning to get serious. It was then that something felt abnormal.
As it goes, i was sat facing the windows. as the teacher groaned on about physics, i stared expressionless at the world. the streets were empty, the cars were parked, and i could see small streams of water flowing into our school drains, and even with the freezing cold atmosphere, sweat filled the air with too much moisture for comfort. shirts were sticking to skin. ties felt tighter around our pale necks. the dim shade of light made each one of us look filthy.........
well thank you BG.......
that was my first story attempt.
that was my first story attempt.
School daze.... *shiver*
You captured the grim 'ambience' quite well there.
You captured the grim 'ambience' quite well there.
I close the back door quietly, and turn around only to be attacked and licked by my three pet dogs. shoving them out of the way, i quickly slip past the gate - onto the open street.
the sun shines fondly on the pale tarmac. I see Children walking the same direction as me - followed closely by adults, as if they were their escorts. Come the corner shop, a small gathering of 5 or 6 high school kids crowd around the entrance, waiting - hardly patiently, but waiting. i glance at my watch - 8:35, and look up again to see a bunch of year 9's and 10's with cigarettes in hand, some i recognise, some i wouldnt get within ten foot of.
Onto the grass field now - and the school building is visible above the arrangement of thick pine trees, looking glorious in their coat of green amplified in daylight. entering the alleyway, a group of year 8 and 9 girls gather on the corner - again some with cigarettes burning in their hands. i walk by trying not to make eye contact, and before me is the 100 metre walk to the school gates. hardly anything, but the 4 minutes seemed like 40 minutes. i could tell the sunny sky of tuesday would soon go bitter, so i wasn't expecting the best of moods today.
soon enough, it wasn't long before the rain poured down on the land. i sit in the classroom listening to the short, sharp pattering of the rain on the windows - against the background of the conversations around me. The lesson dragged on, with a cover as our teacher for the lesson. i stare at the worksheet for a moment, and lose myself in a deep stare. it was depressing, let alone boring.
The bell sounds, followed by the short sighs of relief rushing from the mouths of tired and agitated students. My next lesson was all the way up 3 floors. on the stairs, the chattering and shouting of people recurring throughout the short journey was all the noise i could hear. i look longingly towards the window - all i could see was a blur of glum colours through the rippling rainfall. finally the gridlock on the stairs gets moving, but everybody around me is slowly getting fearful and stressful by the moment, and it was sure to reach the boiling point sooner or later. i fight my way through the doors of the thrid and final floor. the stairs emptied out, and all was quiet - if only for a moment.
10 minutes into our lesson - a great majority were drying off from the short exposure to the intense rainfall from crossing the road to get to the main building. Our teacher for the lesson was currently sketching our lesson plan on the board when our loud fire bell rung out constantly, causing a short shock to send her off - leaving a short streak of blue marker on the whiteboard.
"OK," she howled, "i believe that IS our fire bell, please make your way downstairs and line up on the main tennis courts in your forms"
the tennis courts were outside, and many glanced towards the window - only to meet their eyes with the gloomy outside atmosphere - dark rain.
And so, we were there - out in the storm-like conditions. our Form tutors could hardly hear themselves call out over the intense noise of the stormy weather crashing down to the ground. their coats were flapping wildly in the gales, and the sky was almost black. you could not see 50 feet in front of you - it was all clouded with rain. Names were called out one by one. a safety procedure. to check everyone is there, and not inside. Slowly the alarm came to an end, and they had put it down to faulty heating in one particular room. by this time, all of us were soaked through - dripping with rain water and shivering from the ferocious wind.
And so now, grumbling teenagers and complaining teachers sought shelter inside. I, however couldn't help watching other people wipe away the tear-like rain drops from their face. i stared, as did others - but evenually the lessons were back on schedule. it felt as if every minute was going by very slowly. the artificial yellow lights and the onslaught of rain on the windows compared to the silence of the class wasn't exactly helping me or anyone else try to have a good day. with this situation on our hands, it was impossible. The weather was so thickly concentrated that communications were down, and flooding in low land was beginning to get serious. It was then that something felt abnormal.
As it goes, i was sat facing the windows. as the teacher groaned on about physics, i stared expressionless at the world. the streets were empty, the cars were parked, and i could see small streams of water flowing into our school drains, and even with the freezing cold atmosphere, sweat filled the air with too much moisture for comfort. shirts were sticking to skin. ties felt tighter around our pale necks. the dim shade of light made each one of us look filthy.........
the sun shines fondly on the pale tarmac. I see Children walking the same direction as me - followed closely by adults, as if they were their escorts. Come the corner shop, a small gathering of 5 or 6 high school kids crowd around the entrance, waiting - hardly patiently, but waiting. i glance at my watch - 8:35, and look up again to see a bunch of year 9's and 10's with cigarettes in hand, some i recognise, some i wouldnt get within ten foot of.
Onto the grass field now - and the school building is visible above the arrangement of thick pine trees, looking glorious in their coat of green amplified in daylight. entering the alleyway, a group of year 8 and 9 girls gather on the corner - again some with cigarettes burning in their hands. i walk by trying not to make eye contact, and before me is the 100 metre walk to the school gates. hardly anything, but the 4 minutes seemed like 40 minutes. i could tell the sunny sky of tuesday would soon go bitter, so i wasn't expecting the best of moods today.
soon enough, it wasn't long before the rain poured down on the land. i sit in the classroom listening to the short, sharp pattering of the rain on the windows - against the background of the conversations around me. The lesson dragged on, with a cover as our teacher for the lesson. i stare at the worksheet for a moment, and lose myself in a deep stare. it was depressing, let alone boring.
The bell sounds, followed by the short sighs of relief rushing from the mouths of tired and agitated students. My next lesson was all the way up 3 floors. on the stairs, the chattering and shouting of people recurring throughout the short journey was all the noise i could hear. i look longingly towards the window - all i could see was a blur of glum colours through the rippling rainfall. finally the gridlock on the stairs gets moving, but everybody around me is slowly getting fearful and stressful by the moment, and it was sure to reach the boiling point sooner or later. i fight my way through the doors of the thrid and final floor. the stairs emptied out, and all was quiet - if only for a moment.
10 minutes into our lesson - a great majority were drying off from the short exposure to the intense rainfall from crossing the road to get to the main building. Our teacher for the lesson was currently sketching our lesson plan on the board when our loud fire bell rung out constantly, causing a short shock to send her off - leaving a short streak of blue marker on the whiteboard.
"OK," she howled, "i believe that IS our fire bell, please make your way downstairs and line up on the main tennis courts in your forms"
the tennis courts were outside, and many glanced towards the window - only to meet their eyes with the gloomy outside atmosphere - dark rain.
And so, we were there - out in the storm-like conditions. our Form tutors could hardly hear themselves call out over the intense noise of the stormy weather crashing down to the ground. their coats were flapping wildly in the gales, and the sky was almost black. you could not see 50 feet in front of you - it was all clouded with rain. Names were called out one by one. a safety procedure. to check everyone is there, and not inside. Slowly the alarm came to an end, and they had put it down to faulty heating in one particular room. by this time, all of us were soaked through - dripping with rain water and shivering from the ferocious wind.
And so now, grumbling teenagers and complaining teachers sought shelter inside. I, however couldn't help watching other people wipe away the tear-like rain drops from their face. i stared, as did others - but evenually the lessons were back on schedule. it felt as if every minute was going by very slowly. the artificial yellow lights and the onslaught of rain on the windows compared to the silence of the class wasn't exactly helping me or anyone else try to have a good day. with this situation on our hands, it was impossible. The weather was so thickly concentrated that communications were down, and flooding in low land was beginning to get serious. It was then that something felt abnormal.
As it goes, i was sat facing the windows. as the teacher groaned on about physics, i stared expressionless at the world. the streets were empty, the cars were parked, and i could see small streams of water flowing into our school drains, and even with the freezing cold atmosphere, sweat filled the air with too much moisture for comfort. shirts were sticking to skin. ties felt tighter around our pale necks. the dim shade of light made each one of us look filthy.........