The bell rang for end of classes. All the students scurried off the classroom, leaving frustrated Mrs Corbyn screaming out, "Oh come on! Can't you all just wait a little for my conclusion on the topic?!" But of course, she wasn't expecting an answer.  "This Agric teacher is the weirdest I've ever encountered in my entire life," said Tom to Harry. They both grinned and packed their books to the locker room, hurriedly.  On their way, they saw Jocelyn at the other side of the sea of moving students, walking with Amanda who held some textbooks to her chest, protectively. They chuckled as they walked, but did not notice the boys. Harry couldn't remember when last he'd seen the duo together. They even sat together at lung. His eyes clung to the girls, still, and then. . .  "Ouch! Watch where you're going!" a familiar voice cried, after bumping into Harry. The books in Harry's arms spilled to the ground. He quickly bent to pick them, then raised his hea

Saturday morning.  Andy woke up with a big stretch. He felt unusually happy. Some birds played serenades that tickled his ears from his half-opened window. The sky was white and free from any flapping bird; winter had its way of doing that. The wind howled like a wolf under the full moon. That the chimney was on, Andy could tell due to the warmness that engulfed him.  He quickly reached for his pair of binoculars, threw himself off the bed, slipped on his anticipating pair of slippers and scurried off to the bathroom where he washed his face thoroughly, brushed his mouth, then finally went for a bath. He laid inside the bathtub, completely caressed by the warm, soapy water in it.  It was amazing to finally be visiting Portsmouth, and Andy knew it. He could see himself walking down its ancient streets with cathedrals and Queen Elizabeth's naval Hospitals. He could smell the nostril-soothing breeze, and the mouth-watering fruits in the market

Saturday morning, that same day.JOCELYN spread her hands, sideways, before the moving waves of the beach. She needed to refresh her mind a little, and this was her best option. She'd come all by herself; her parents knew her well enough to understand she preferred being alone when she had emotional problems than to speak with someone about it.The wind embraced her, causing her blonde hair to fly over her shoulders away from her back. Her silk gown ran hither in the wind. The waves of the sea swooped down and chilled her tender feet. Her eyes were tightly shut, she wanted to feel every sensation of the wind. She wanted to listen only to the song it sang in her ears, she needed the cold to make her pull away from the heat she felt underneath her skin. She let her tears flow gently down her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.She had her own problems, and was happy the wind understood her, it sang songs about a pretty damsel who seemed to have everything but had n

  Thomas was seated on the waist-length balcony, refreshed by the cold wind. He stared at the clear sky trying to place a colour to it, but gave up trying, watching for birds. He was only fortunate to see one flying at the far north, few metres over a certain tree.  Staring at the beautiful, uniformed houses made him sigh. As much as he told himself that he didn't miss his parents, his inner self struggled with the notion.  He still felt a measure of pity for his parents' death, but then. . .he remembered Donald. The name itself gave a stab in his chest. He swung a fist against the wall where he rested his back, just adjacent to his buttocks.  His head began to burn, and he struggled not to allow images of that day flow back to his head. That day when Donald stood for him.  Donald was someone who aspired for big things at just that junior highschool age. As children from Oxford, they'd always dreamed of schooling in the great universi

Einstein adjusted his black necktie for the third time after knotting it over and over to no avail. He cursed the stars for his folly of loosing the knot in its first place. Frustratedly, he pulled it off his neck and threw it away from him. He rolled his eyes over the hundreds of clothes in his large, German cabinet. His eyes were particular fixed on the hangers. It moved slowly, over the neatly hung clothes, till his eyes stopped on an hanger with lots of neckties.  Stretching forward, he ran his hand, a little, over the ties, then reached for the hook of the hanger, pulling it out to properly observe what was hung.  "I knew I should have listened to my butler about the pick of more black neckties to mixed coloured."  His eyes stopped to a bow tie of just the colour he needed for the outfit.  "Ah, and I thought I could avoid you for long."  He raised the flap of his shirt collar up, placed the bold tie around his neck, hesitan