Footsteps fill the air, coughs and printers make uncanny sounds. The cold Arctic breeze wafts around hitting my face like tiny icicles falling off a frozen landscape. Screams, shouts and lectures going on around me as if I'm invisible. Students write with heads in books, asking questions like this new environment means nothing different should happen. Students and teacher alike with heads down, backs looking like the top of question marks. Backs turned, pens writing, crossed legs and sudden movements. Eyes scan this new place looking for something that wasn't there before, looking for cracks, looking for flaws. Shiny black shoes fit everyone's feet, student uniform makes a sea of navy against the multi-colour tiles. Purple and orange couches contrast the blue that swept in here like a virus. Contagious navy blue and black contaminate the area of once bright colour.
