The Silent Revolution

Crash bam clang boom clang smackā€¦ was the reluctant sound erupting from the house? Each noise as that of an untuned string being plucked at will. The sight of this little lump of a house would deceive you into thinking that the people who lived there lived quite a sombre living. The fact was far from it. Inside this clod of insignificance, something quite momentous was happening, a revolution of sorts.

Tring the school bell clanged. Perfect white uniforms flooded the hallways. A rushing overwhelming noise of children stampeding for freedom. Then silence!