A tsunami of purple slithers wildy past the brown confines of the Aikenhead building corridor, a portion of the flood ceasing dramatically at the top of the spine’s steps in breathless defeat, but tornadoes even faster, in an effort to make it to class on time. The violet tsunami slowly disperses into slabs of navy blue as the students clad in crisp, ironed blazers interweave with the crowd and mingle with their peers. In the violent ocean, a prompt, feminine shadow swims determinedly beyond the tsunami and across the grey length of the spine, cutting through the pungent aroma of fresh paint wafting through the newly renovated Rosina building, and into the mouth of the cyclone. T105. Year 11 Mathematics. The sea of lavender dwindles in vigour and quietly dissolves into a tranquil pond of blue and purple, patiently waiting for the shadow to direct their lesson. A minute shy of the final bell, the mass of purple makes the entirety of T-Block quake in red, blinding fury as the shadow, Mrs Rai, distributes a colossal sandwich of papers that are assigned for homework. Bethlehem College is swallowed by an earthquake, a bush fire, a tropical storm and a drought all at once.
- Anonymous
this is so beautifully written!