When the children have arrived and the playground has began to fill with fragile, pleasant little children ready for new day of fun learning. When the brass bell sounds, each and every child on the playground

Holly Millerchip Descriptive Writing

Descriptive Writing

As the morning slowly darns and the sun begins to beam through the light boxes on the top of the spacious classrooms, the tables and chairs begin to glow. Around the edge of the child’s playground the golden and red leaves begin to whistle in the wind like the sound of a child’s toy, whilst the sound of the crying babies echoes through the grounds of Birds Bush Primary School as if it were a stuck record. When the children have arrived and the playground has began to fill with fragile, pleasant little children ready for new day of fun learning. When the brass bell sounds, each and every child on the playground grabs their bag and tries to “bagsy” a place at the front. When the teachers arrive like soldiers, the sound, which is loud and frustrating, soon turns into a calm, silence, then immediately the teachers’ faces light up, as if they have power over the children.

When the register is taken the children soon become fidgety and agitated as a bee because of the rough, un-even carpet rubs against their young, soft skin. When the teacher begins to rub her head, the constant sound off “Yes Miss” is clearly getting to her. As the sound of the grass mower like a turbine generator, right outside the child filled classroom is heard, all the pupils get excited as they feel that spring has finally arrived. The smell of the freshly cut grass, soon gets to the hay fever sufferers and their eyes begins to water.

As first lesson seems to have faded away and the sun has got brighter and brighter. The tables seem to have become somewhat dirty, as the bored children have been unable to find something better to do. The fashionable “Pokemon” cards have been trailed around the classroom due to laziness, left for anybody to slip on. The time progression has had a breathtaking effect on the playground and does not howl in the wind, but its radiance is known throughout and is peacefully absorbed like the queen in her finest hour.

The cheap, irritating, cleaning fluids leave a ...

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The cheap, irritating, cleaning fluids leave a very distinctive smell of where they have used in attempt to make it a healthy environment. However, the substandard, nauseating smell has left a mild tickle in the back of various children’s throat, which causes a little coughing and an echoing sound like the sounds through Hyde Park. The gleam on the tables, certainly doesn’t go unrecognised, from the cleaning detergents, particularly with the blinding shine from the suns reflection like staring at a full eclipse.

Whilst the dinner ladies in the hot, modern kitchen try their best to prepare all the food and get it out on time, they fell the pressure as the health and safety team watches them like a predator watching its prey. As the bell for dinner rings and the dinner ladies frantically run around laying the tables the jaded children smell the fresh aroma of their dessert lingering behind the dinner blinds. Just as the children sit down, quietly awaiting their dinner they realise that their normal, unhealthy, fatty foods have been turned into a wide range of healthy, good for you selection of ripe vegetables and fibre-enriched meat like a posh restaurant. During the not so excessive consumption of the food, the dinner ladies are disappointed with the amount of children actually eating the food. As more and more children refuse to eat the food due to the horrid smell, healthy sight, rough feel and disgusting taste the angry dinner ladies come to a decision that if the rebelling children wont eat dinner, they wont eat pudding either. When the tables have been cleared and the children sit anxiously waiting for their delightful dessert to arrive they become confused and upset because their favourite part of the day has been destroyed for the sake of a few vegetables, so they decide to take action and raid the bins to find leftovers to throw at the dinner ladies.

The sight now after the devastation of a food-fight between pupils and employees, is an appalling mass of dried, mouldy, off-putting food, which can easily distract anybody from continuing with their day. There’s dried seeded grapes splattered all over the walls like the painting of a year 1 class, bean sprouts trailed along the tables like tracks for the relays, fluffy cauliflower stuck in the curtains like fluff on a sheep and processed courgettes which have been stuck to the chairs like glue.

When the children sit back in their classrooms after the demolition at dinnertime, they reflect on their actions but soon become sickened by the over-whelming smell of coffee like tramp in a perfume shop. The smell of the coffee glides around the school like a deer on ice and begins to sicken the children after overpowering the previous smell of irritant cleaning fluids.

As the sun begins to fall in the dazzling horizon, the classrooms begin to fade away into the darkness and leave the memories there. The dining room, which in the morning was a clean, tidy, respectful place, is now a mess. The green vegetables remain stuck to the tables whereas the rotting ice cream for dessert remains firmly in the freezer. The classrooms, which were filled with adorable little children, are now quiet and the only sound, which can be heard, are the autumn leaves, rustling in the wind, lying outside the classroom. As there is no light to make the playground twinkle the only way it can be noticed is by its distinctive smell of freshly cut autumn grass. Now the sun has slowly slipped away and the sights of Birds Bush Primary School cannot be seen until morning.