Rebellions and bonfires have been springing up all over the nation, and I've decided to begin my investigation in a school who recently experienced a bonfire event, and a group of rebelling students. Below, are my heart-gripping realizations....
I sat a few inches away from the school’s dean, who intermittently tipped a tiny cup over his lip and washed his tongue with expresso, and then I watched as he pursed his eyebrows, staring intently at this inquisitive reporter, listening to the crackles of his cigarette as he drew on it, and leisurely expelled a light grey plume of smoke. Sitting next to him were three council members, two of which female, who were required by school formalities to measure their appearance to the deans; they all had a ring of dark gray hair encircle their scalp, an overall orb which had an oily sheen to it, and all, even the women, had a scruffy, but tamed goatee on their face. They followed his movements precisely, sipping on expresso, and smoking cigarettes. I sensed they were worried, but yet their sturdy faces discouraged any suspicion that perhaps doubt was attached to their minds, disturbing their nerves.
“Dean, could you give us a brief explanation as to why the students are rebelling?” I asked. He pulled one eye open and sent a chilly, probing beam of his vision through my pupil.
“But firsts we need ‘ta look at the history son…” He went silent, and I could feel the sheer intensity of emotion cookingin the room. Finally, he broached the subject.
Five weeks ago, the government began a program which allowed government sanctioned rebellion to take place in schools, under the condition that it was agreeable, and appropriate for toddlers with slight speech impediments so not to emulate any “no-no” language. Highschoolers were supplied with markers, crayons, and construction paper to come up with creative ways to rebel against the persecution of hot current issues,such as gay marriage, gay marriage, and the Arabic flight passenger who was being stared down by a dog, who is being held in custody for racial mistreatment via profiling. The dean, with a big grin, held up a very well done construction paper sign with round, glittering words which read, “Homosexuals are people too, and deserve equal rights!” He then showed me sixteen other posters and signs which expressed the same message with the same sentence configurement. However, his face turned in disgust, as he reached for a big, orange rectangular sheet turned facedown, his hand trembling with rage, as though the emotion it evoked was strong enough to warm his blood to such unbearable temperatures that it were scorching his veins. His glassy, narrowed eyes became glued to it; he observed it one last time. He flipped it over, his lip quivering, and I could see why, the sub-deans all around him cocked their head backs and their faces became mangled with fear. He revealed to me a poorly constructed sign a group of radical protesters created as with clubbed hands. It read, “Say no to rebellion enabled by government!”
“Why would the students do this?” I asked.
“No idea… But what it caused… was… catastrophic.” The deans around him quietly nodded as he finished.
“According to the home room teacher, he held up the sign once he finished it, and everyone began to panic. A bunch of kids shoved their desk together, and a bonfire magically materialized, setting the whole classroom ablaze!”
The damages were obvious; the room was damp, and charred. The rebels, had rebelled against rebelling. I spent the next few days following the youngsters rebelling, against rebellion. As they fled from the school, being chased out by teachers swinging around rulers with tacks sticking through them, they immediately seized control of an idled car in the parking lot, and began rebelling inside of it; currently, they sit there motionless, slowly dying of dehydration, one amusingly tapping an air freshener which dangles from the neck of the rear view mirror, another staring listlessly into the distance. Nothing has happened so far. However, bonfires continue to magically appear all over the nation, instinctually engaging people to commit rebellious acts.
Is there a link between spontaneous bonfires, and excessive acts of rebellion? This news reporter says yes. Every time a bonfire mysteriously appears within a person’s visual radius, chaos erupts – and who is to blame of this? Time will tell.
I sat a few inches away from the school’s dean, who intermittently tipped a tiny cup over his lip and washed his tongue with expresso, and then I watched as he pursed his eyebrows, staring intently at this inquisitive reporter, listening to the crackles of his cigarette as he drew on it, and leisurely expelled a light grey plume of smoke. Sitting next to him were three council members, two of which female, who were required by school formalities to measure their appearance to the deans; they all had a ring of dark gray hair encircle their scalp, an overall orb which had an oily sheen to it, and all, even the women, had a scruffy, but tamed goatee on their face. They followed his movements precisely, sipping on expresso, and smoking cigarettes. I sensed they were worried, but yet their sturdy faces discouraged any suspicion that perhaps doubt was attached to their minds, disturbing their nerves.
“Dean, could you give us a brief explanation as to why the students are rebelling?” I asked. He pulled one eye open and sent a chilly, probing beam of his vision through my pupil.
“But firsts we need ‘ta look at the history son…” He went silent, and I could feel the sheer intensity of emotion cookingin the room. Finally, he broached the subject.
Five weeks ago, the government began a program which allowed government sanctioned rebellion to take place in schools, under the condition that it was agreeable, and appropriate for toddlers with slight speech impediments so not to emulate any “no-no” language. Highschoolers were supplied with markers, crayons, and construction paper to come up with creative ways to rebel against the persecution of hot current issues,such as gay marriage, gay marriage, and the Arabic flight passenger who was being stared down by a dog, who is being held in custody for racial mistreatment via profiling. The dean, with a big grin, held up a very well done construction paper sign with round, glittering words which read, “Homosexuals are people too, and deserve equal rights!” He then showed me sixteen other posters and signs which expressed the same message with the same sentence configurement. However, his face turned in disgust, as he reached for a big, orange rectangular sheet turned facedown, his hand trembling with rage, as though the emotion it evoked was strong enough to warm his blood to such unbearable temperatures that it were scorching his veins. His glassy, narrowed eyes became glued to it; he observed it one last time. He flipped it over, his lip quivering, and I could see why, the sub-deans all around him cocked their head backs and their faces became mangled with fear. He revealed to me a poorly constructed sign a group of radical protesters created as with clubbed hands. It read, “Say no to rebellion enabled by government!”
“Why would the students do this?” I asked.
“No idea… But what it caused… was… catastrophic.” The deans around him quietly nodded as he finished.
“According to the home room teacher, he held up the sign once he finished it, and everyone began to panic. A bunch of kids shoved their desk together, and a bonfire magically materialized, setting the whole classroom ablaze!”
The damages were obvious; the room was damp, and charred. The rebels, had rebelled against rebelling. I spent the next few days following the youngsters rebelling, against rebellion. As they fled from the school, being chased out by teachers swinging around rulers with tacks sticking through them, they immediately seized control of an idled car in the parking lot, and began rebelling inside of it; currently, they sit there motionless, slowly dying of dehydration, one amusingly tapping an air freshener which dangles from the neck of the rear view mirror, another staring listlessly into the distance. Nothing has happened so far. However, bonfires continue to magically appear all over the nation, instinctually engaging people to commit rebellious acts.
Is there a link between spontaneous bonfires, and excessive acts of rebellion? This news reporter says yes. Every time a bonfire mysteriously appears within a person’s visual radius, chaos erupts – and who is to blame of this? Time will tell.
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