This week’s prompt ‘The Quarantine Zone’ is inspired by our reading of The Last Wild by Piers Torday.
We’ve learnt about Kester’s horrible experiences in Spectrum Hall and had some mysterious details about the ‘Red Eye’ and ‘Factorium’…
Will you write a diary entry? A recount? A poem?
The choice is yours…but it must be 100 words long! I can’t wait to read them! Miss T
The Quarantine Zone
I starred aimlessly through the window, watching the grey, dead grass wave silently. The thought of an actual person wave at me was out of the question. We haven’t seen a human walk pass since the disease killed us and all the other sad animals. The crackling burn crushing all the corpses to ash. The mud was cracked like our hands. The hunger’s like a growling monster inside you. The air’s like a polluted sea tiring your lungs.The sun’s like a prize outside a door. The loneliness reminding you the life and love you used to have.
The quarantine zone is a deadly place that no kid at spectrum hall would ever want to be taken to. It is a place where teachers could torment their pupils to their hearts desire. The school is run by Facto (Factoriam). The first thing you learn in a Facto school is never mess with Facto.
The quarantine zone is a ghastly, eerie, ominous place were the awful Red Eye spent most of his time. He makes varmints work for him like slaves and gets them to do things to the children no one would ever even imagine or think about.
I think about what to do with my restricted paper, as I stare blankly into my glass reflection . ‘What to do when bored’ list? No, there isn’t much to do in here anyway. Try to draft an escape plan? Nah, too risky. Hmm. This is what I write:
Acrostic + haiku
S taring at the glass,
P eering through the black brick walls,
E ating all this slop,
C an I ever go home? NO!
T rees are all I want,
R ustling leaves in my head,
U nicorns dancing,
M ulberries singing in tune,
H ello outside world,
A ny sign of life will do,
L ovely daffodils,
L imes scattering everywhere