It was a cold and dark Tuesday morning. Leaves were reluctantly falling from the Autumn skies of the old tree. Ravens over-watched the students on their branch where they perch on. There was smoke in the air with flies hovering through as many students smoke cigarettes. A gasp of life suffocated mid-air.
The bus arrives. The usual pushing and shoving began. The students push through before letting the elderly in. The atmosphere was at question. How will the students arrive to college this time? Some students sit at the top and some at the bottom. The bus leaves for its headed destination. Loud music was heard from the back of the bus. It were the students. Other people request for peace for their journey but the students refuse to come to compromised conclusion. Mothers with babies were present. The mothers tried to tell their babies that they will sleep soon as they are awakened with such havoc. Screaming and crying.
On the upper level of the bus, students were throwing things each other and causing litter. There was loud chatter and shouting. The noise could not have been controlled. The bus driver gets out of his seat and tries to control the situation. Nothing. Rebellion takes over instead of peace. “Why cannot they sit down and behave themselves?”, a single-mum murmured.
The bus arrives at the Forward Point College . A set of moans and groans were made as the bus door opened. Many students rolled their cigarettes and saved it to have another smoke before the start of their lesson. 9:07am. There was no sign of Mrs. Coster, the teacher that was planned to teach. The students return from their cigarette session. The lesson was meant to begin at 9am but Mrs. Coster had not arrived. One of the students was really untidy, no expression on his face, off colour and worn clothes that was not washed since the week before. There were groups of girls together, gossiping about different people, they just came back from a party and had not slept and did not change their clothes; they had a period of underage drinking.
It is 9:20am. Students can see Mrs. Coster from a far. She was rushing to get into the class with a cup of Costa Coffee and paperwork. “Right, Good Morning, Everyone! Sorry I am late, I was marking your test that was set for last lesson.” She hurriedly explained. What a mess. The students push passed Mrs. Coster and made her drop her coffee on the marked test. She quickly gets another paper and scrunched it up to wipe the dropped coffee but it does not help and then she uses it for her hands. Mrs. Coster then begins the lesson. Students were not looking at Mrs. Coster’s way and were irresponsive.
A couple of students played wireless ping-pong on their phone and used tables as an ping-pong court and they were making a lot of noise. This was bad. The rest were just in constant chatter and were as louder than they were in the bus. Mrs. Coster ordered, “Class, I want you to settle down and pay attention”. None of the students were active in listening to the order she gave to her class.
One did. He was the only one who got a pen and notebook ready for class. Mrs. Coster was not having any of it. She dragged her arm all the way to the end of the table and threw his notebook away. Mrs. Coster got two of her hands and punched it on the table and looked at the student and said, “You think you are one of the good ones? Why don’t you be like them? DO AS YOUR TOLD. PAY ATTENTION”, the look Mrs. Coster gave, turned her eye into muscle and strained her vision.
This student just stopped and stared at Mrs. Coster, his hands started to grow into a paw, his chest pumped into a hairy beast, his legs ripped his tracksuit bottoms and his head tilted backwards. He started to growl. “OUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.” His chest engraved with Zultan.
