A GLIMPSE OF FOREST HILL COLLEGE

As I look around my eye catches hard working students striving to achieve. I can smell paper, pencils as I walk through the building. Making my way through the building and into the courtyard I see overfed greenery. I see trees, bushes, grass and few flowers peaking out of the sea of green. I felt the warm sun gracing my cold skin as a nice winter day approaches. The sun slowly warmed my left ear which was revealed through my hair tucked away snugly. I listen faintly to Mr Cantwell instructing my peers to get on with the assigned task. I see bright colours in featured artworks across the schoolyard. I can hear the soft rustle of the leaves on the trees around me as they sway from left to right. As one of my classmates turns her head I notice her neatly plaited braid sitting softly on her head.