So, just a little drabble sort of thing that I wrote down while in English the other day. We had to write about what we were feeling while sitting outside and this is what I felt... Leave a review telling me what you think:)

~~Emilys-world-of-imagination~~


It's a funny sight, seeing a class of normally rowdy tenth-graders perched on the hill-side like human statues. Few move, and when they do it is to clear their thoughts, form a new idea, and return to their statuesque form; hunched over a small journal, writing down words that form silhouettes in their minds, just as I am doing. We must look rather odd, all twenty-some of us justy sitting on this hill. I wonder what someone, a stranger might think if they were to approach the silent hillside of student statues. I know I would think it peculiar, but that's what I think it looks like; a giant statue garden. Almost as if the hillside were cursed. Nothing moves.

I could picture this is my head.


Any feedback, preferably of the nice variety would be appreciated. Thanks so much!

~~Emilys-world-of-imagination~~