Decaying Halls

Miranda walked the decaying halls, aimlessly watching as beetles scurried “pitter patter” noise across the hard marble tiles. She heard faint “meows” coming from stray tabby cats. As Miranda walked the halls a single tear formed in her eye dripping down her dirty pale face. Her hair had once been a light brown it now appeared grey filled with dirt and ash. Her clothes were battered and torn, dusted with dirt. Her beautiful smile had been replaced with a look of sorrow. It’s like her whole world had been chewed up and spit out. She walked out of what was left of her high-school. She saw families begging the government relief workers to help them, as they sat starving, dirty and emotionally wrecked, you might be thinking that some natural disaster like a tornado or tsunami had just happened. No, this disaster wasn’t natural, it was planned.