A light mauve wooden shed - a darker shade outlines the windows and the door.
The echo of footsteps within.
A hot water tank behind the door which is held open by a couple of mauve roof tiles.
A blue bucket lies on a shelf, as does an abandoned pipe.
A few more roof tiles, this time terracotta.
A laundry sink, with a rusted tap.
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Today, the head of senior school stood infront of the assembly to make some quite pathetic conclusions to the service, as per usual. Usually, she opts for the environment, or the community. Those are just two of her favourites, and combined with a story from her long ago childhood, she could talk for hours. I assume she believes she can relate to us if she speaks of her childhood with us. Today she approached a new matter in concluding the assembly. She, in her old age, has become aware that vandalism is occuring in the community, and that it has unfortunately, somehow, crept it's way into the school grounds. Apparently people have 'slashed' some of the chairs and evidently, that means people are carrying sharp objects with them (scissors?). It was her closing remarks however that left most laughing - She admitted that whoever vandalises must have issues, and urged those who "desire" to destory things to come and see her as she is wanting to help them solve their problems before they turn into a full bred criminal.
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I want to get away. I want to move countries. Go somewhere where I know no-one. Be whoever the hell I want to be. And not be concerned about people's expectations and standards. Not be who others want me to be. Create my own life. That's what I feel like doing.
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