Holly Hamilton Mrs. O’Connor
British West Indies Collegiate ‘A/S’ English Language
An angry and rebellious teenager’s room
A fiery red with flashing flames from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. No curtains, no drapes. This room does not require beauty. A simple, white set of broken blinds barely covers the only window in the room. In the far left corner stands a large mirror that has been shattered and cracked in different places. The many lonely pieces of glass still lay on the floor reflecting the distress of the room.
The sight of the hostile room scorches the eye; the awful stench of stale beer, burning cigarettes and old, stained gym socks mixed together creates an atmosphere of anger and rebellion. The strong flavour of wrath is bitter to the human tongue. The undetectable thick, dense cloud of evil squeezes – chokes - everything within it. The numerous chatters and chimes, clicks and clanks are enough to drive the sane, mad. Loud, harsh rock music blasts all around the room, emanating from the surround sound system. The screams and squeals of the mad singer travel throughout the room. Angry shrieks are engraved into the mind, creating an enraged soul. The deafening sound of heavy afternoon traffic bellows beneath the window. The honking of angry horns, the swearing of furious drivers and the rumble of car engines mingle to become one. Chaos.