The prickly green bushes encircle the crusty frame of what used to be a
candy store like wildfire obsorbing all the oxygen that used to roam around
the quiant premise once before. Black vultures form a circle while gazing
overhead waiting for their next victim to drop dead. The sun burns and
agitates the asphalt letting go a clear but visible gas as if floats toward
to a creeping opaque cloud of despair. Broken pieces of glass engulf the
ground all giving off a blunt reflection of the truth.
Lolly pops of green and red pranced around the bubbly sweet shop all as if in constant commotion. Grey skies try to overtake the powerful star sun but are no match for the suns rays and soon begins to fade away into obliqueness. Humming birds zoom by blink by blink sounding like miniture airplanes traveling into the beyonds. Small bottle caps align the pavement revealing minerals in the asphalt.
"Thank you, Ms. Turner and Mr.West." Mr. Restin watched Brianna her classmate walk back to their seats which were ironically besides each other. Mr. Restin tapped his fingers on the chair her sat on putting together the right words inside of his head. "What you have just heard ladies and gentlemen, is two point of views of the same place. Your's Ms. Turner was-"
"From the point of a five year old girl." Brianna replied not even looking up from her pen tattoo that she iched on her arm under her real tattoo. "Father who just lost his son in the war." Brianna looked back over to him. His voice had boomed out of him something that she wasn't used to since he hardly ever talked at all. "Thank you Ian." Even the teacher was surprised. Normally he would have to wrangle the words out of him. "Why do you think the points differ?" A male from the back of the room spoke up. "Uh, maybe because they're different people." Small giggles erupted from the mouths of students as the covered and avoided eyes with the teacher as if that wouldn't give them away. "No, but nice try. It's all about the mood. Obviously the man who had lost his son was distraught and didn't see things as the small innocent child had. Your perception changes on your emotions. Nothing's ever black and white." Brianna wasn't even paying attention to the hippie like mentor. He droned on in every lesson and often ran out of time. Well, that was a good thing. That's when he mostly forgot homework. Some kids paid attention but most passed notes or just slept with their eyes open. Brianna was usually one of those people but today was different.
She couldn't go to sleep; it felt like someone was watching her. She didn't want to seem obvious and juist snap her eyes over at someone. Instead she lowered her head down letting her hair block her face as if she was focusing on her cartoon and peered at everyone slowly with her brown eyes. Finally she knew who it was- Ian. He was looking straight at her as if he was in a trance. Even she was getting uncomfortable. Thank god the woman on the innercom had called Brianna to the office. Brianna looked back before she exited and saw Ians eyes shift to the window. She just couldn't figure him out and thats what bothered her the most.
Lolly pops of green and red pranced around the bubbly sweet shop all as if in constant commotion. Grey skies try to overtake the powerful star sun but are no match for the suns rays and soon begins to fade away into obliqueness. Humming birds zoom by blink by blink sounding like miniture airplanes traveling into the beyonds. Small bottle caps align the pavement revealing minerals in the asphalt.
"Thank you, Ms. Turner and Mr.West." Mr. Restin watched Brianna her classmate walk back to their seats which were ironically besides each other. Mr. Restin tapped his fingers on the chair her sat on putting together the right words inside of his head. "What you have just heard ladies and gentlemen, is two point of views of the same place. Your's Ms. Turner was-"
"From the point of a five year old girl." Brianna replied not even looking up from her pen tattoo that she iched on her arm under her real tattoo. "Father who just lost his son in the war." Brianna looked back over to him. His voice had boomed out of him something that she wasn't used to since he hardly ever talked at all. "Thank you Ian." Even the teacher was surprised. Normally he would have to wrangle the words out of him. "Why do you think the points differ?" A male from the back of the room spoke up. "Uh, maybe because they're different people." Small giggles erupted from the mouths of students as the covered and avoided eyes with the teacher as if that wouldn't give them away. "No, but nice try. It's all about the mood. Obviously the man who had lost his son was distraught and didn't see things as the small innocent child had. Your perception changes on your emotions. Nothing's ever black and white." Brianna wasn't even paying attention to the hippie like mentor. He droned on in every lesson and often ran out of time. Well, that was a good thing. That's when he mostly forgot homework. Some kids paid attention but most passed notes or just slept with their eyes open. Brianna was usually one of those people but today was different.
She couldn't go to sleep; it felt like someone was watching her. She didn't want to seem obvious and juist snap her eyes over at someone. Instead she lowered her head down letting her hair block her face as if she was focusing on her cartoon and peered at everyone slowly with her brown eyes. Finally she knew who it was- Ian. He was looking straight at her as if he was in a trance. Even she was getting uncomfortable. Thank god the woman on the innercom had called Brianna to the office. Brianna looked back before she exited and saw Ians eyes shift to the window. She just couldn't figure him out and thats what bothered her the most.