Crash bam clang boom clang smack… 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!