Our Classroom
A sharp ring sound pierces my ear, the bell has rung, indicating the start of the day. I took a deep breath before stepping into the awaiting classroom. I entered the room, and in an instant, the sunlight shone brightly, warmly greeting me at the start of the school day. However, I do know that it will be the brightest thing I will encounter today. Tables and chairs were scattered, resembling the lands on a map, and trash was scattered, such as boats or ships in the sea. The wall is painted with a beautiful sapphire blue colour, but huge patches of it have visibly started to peel off. The entire ocean of a classroom was a mess, as if a tsunami had just rummaged through it, messing up its interior. However, no actual tsunami had visited; we are the tsunami responsible for the mess in the class. I threw my bag onto the table, the one that's closest to the class door. Its legs were uneven, and small patches of rust could be found all around it. Drawings and writing were permanently dr...