Its been super long since I posted anything but its not like I haven't been writing. I have several pieces to upload and your going to get the biggest one I've written so far tonight. Bear with me. So Teach gave us an assignment to walk around the school and using sensory imagery write a story about some on coming for the first time or leaving for the last time. Deciding to try to think out side of the box, I wrote of a female perspective. I'm most definitely a male in real life so here is my story.
The bright sun was beating through the car window as we drove up to the great, large school. My name is Emma, I’m 14 years old. This is supposed to be my new high school because my father got transferred from the big city to this small town. I’m miserable; my friends are still back home. I slammed the car door and walked up to the school. Since we had just moved I wasn’t enrolled yet, and my Mom was going to do all the paper work as I explored the school.
Entering the big double doors to enter the foyer of the school, a place I would have to deal with for the next four years; against my own will. The air temperature change brushed against my bare forearms. The low buzz of the ventilation system droned out my thoughts about this place. Inside the front foyer was the doors to the main office and across from those were several memorial plaques from the different wars. In every direction long hallways stretched out around the building. In the center where most of the halls connected was a big room with rows and rows of tables, with huge windows above to let in natural light. Many students sat in a group huddled together doing homework or playing cards. Not one head lifted as a shuffled my feet while I was walking by them.
Every hallway was lined with lockers of bright colours; orange, blue, teal, green and red. Since the school was so large I could use them as land marks for getting around. I could hear the soft echo of my footsteps as I explored the school. A low rumble of an orchestra was coming from around the corner. I followed the sound of the excited melody; the room was filled with students curved around a teacher madly flailing his arms around to the beat of the music. Further down the hall; the familiar, repulsing smell of sweaty boys and testosterone grabbed my stomach. I quickly continued down the hall again to get away from the stench. Across from the gym was a huge hand painted mural that read “Home of the Green Team”. The smell of stagnant water and moist soil filled my senses; the feel of unease of being somewhere unfamiliar was replaced with comfort. Stepping into the green house the hot humid air punched me in the face, but after a few deep breaths I was embracing ever smell. A large leafed plant caught my attention as the light sparkled off of a puddle perched on one of its leaves. I steadily reached out to touch the plant, it felt like velvet. The leaf moved just enough to tip the balance sending ice cold water down my wrist. In the far corner of the room was a large medal washing tub and inside of it were several multicoloured fish.
I slipped out of the green house to go back to the front of the school where my mom would be meeting me. Glancing down at my watch, 11:25 I had spent over an hour in the green house. Walking back to the front doors the feeling of unease was completely replaced with a feeling of deep familiarity to a place I had never visited before. I could see myself going to this school, it just felt right.
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