Literature
Orange...A Dream of Flight
Two sulfur-crested cockatoos, always as a yellow and white noisy pair, clung to the bars of our classroom window, peering in at the spectacle that was a routine science lesson. I rested my head against my arms, gazing at the creatures wishing I could escape and join them in their happy frolicking; children dream of flight, they really do. My nerves jumped and danced around my body as I surveyed my class. It was nearly time. Each and every one of my friends looked so gloomy, so lifeless, so
absent. It was nearly time. With their eyes on their work, pens scratching angrily at year 8 physics work, they muttered under their breaths, No