Writing

On the way to school

The day felt like the end of the day as the school was deserted. The sky was covered with grey clouds with twinkles of water, clouds flowing side to side. Step by step, something crunched under my foot, it was an ant’s home. I carried on and saw a person walking. I was thankful somebody was here.

Later on more people were at school when I arrived in the hall. All classes were deserted also as quiet as a mouse. All was loud and proud in the hall, felt like they were happy with everybody gone. We all moved on to the library, and the teachers planned some activities.