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School Camp

Whispers in the Smog
By Anvee Arora (MYP 1)

The school camp we went, camp,
Mountains were surrounding us, And I didn’t want to leave, BY UDAYAN RAWAL (MYP 5)
We enjoyed with friends, But I had to go.

There we were hiking, Though, It’s fine for me, Drops of tears fell heavily from the sky, the tell my secrets. “Can you take me around
Ate food and did ziplining, I’ll come again with friends, Yes, world full of bright natured colours coming the place?” I asked. He got back leaning
It was really fun,I loved the school To this Old, Great place. from the sight of a tiny market located on toward, his dusty hair fell right straight to
the aisles, nothing seemed to be imperfect, his face. As we walked past the red blackish
as the night sky gleamed to city full of stars, it street. “First time?” he said, I nodded looking
was exotic, extravagant and imaginable, but around the place. All I could honestly see
a single tear could not help us all. I walked
was the mist, something was not right. As a
“Encased In My Mind” around the middle of the road, wearing a traveller this felt contrary to what I have seen,
landscapes and futuristic buildings but a lot
strange odd mask that covered my whole
face. I could see nothing but mist flowing of economic crises, fuelled by corruption and
By Maalvikaa Sharma (MYP 1) over the street, harmful greenhouse gases global warming. Nothing seemed clear as I
obviously that ruined the aesthetics of the asked about what happened, “the dark sky
place. is always there, captured in its own gloomy
state, nothing to say.
What appears does not seem to be real , I
realised as I travelled around the area, people Our government is selfish, always looking to
all over the street, sleeping over there, with protect their reputation, leaving us with rags,
no shelter on top of their heads. They couldn't taking all the riches. My father worked the
see me because I was only a guest, and the whole day, just to put food on the table, but
view was obscured, but the lights guided me in the end it was just not enough. “Look at
down a route. A route that was littered with this!” he pointed towards the bright red light
morbid dreams. "Sir, please give me money; coming from the huge skyscraper.
my father has died!" , I couldn't tell if he was
on the left or right. I proceeded towards the “That is the reason he is dead, left just in a
brightest spot, where I could see him leaning cold grave, it was sad, and grieved. All I could
over my knees, pleading for food, water, or think of was him, but it never ends like this!
Illiah thought to herself: “I should that will calm my nerves. I totally perhaps a tiny dream. I looked at his face, It always ends happy”. A silence was there, it
keep walking, maybe they won’t messed that up… curse this feeling. which appeared to have been rubbed with was just quiet, as the rain started to get heavy,
judge me… shoot, they saw me. What All the desks are taken, maybe I’ll just dark mist. but the misty smog won’t let go.
am I supposed to do? Life has been sit alone? No, not today! I think I’ll
hard on its own… but the world makes just move a desk towards her. Maybe I dug into my pockets, but nothing was there,
I was confused, suddenly realisation hit me.
it worse. School is just a whirlwind not. Ugh! Forget it. Why do I have to “Sir, hopefully there’s much'' he said. He was
of information, forced on to kids be like this? I didn’t ask for it, or my hoping for goodness, I could tell he was good
regardless of whether or not they disfiguration. Maybe I’ll just sit at the hearted. “Yeah,” I said, “just a pile of cash,

want to learn. I hate my parents for back. I’ll be alone, but at least I’ll be safe. got it from President Clark.” There was no
making me join. Maybe I should talk currency exchange. My background was one
to those people over there, maybe of unknown, it is better I stay quiet, or I might

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