ALLEGED

The ghosts were swirling and swooping around the air. Each one of them transducing through opaque structures stretching into the heavens. The smoldering figures annulled the laws of buoyancy and meteored down shreaking and griping that reverberated in her veins. They were the ghosts memories hovering above her. She dashed out of the edifice leaving tumult of people's accusations behind her. The upheaval didn't seem to have receded. she tractioned the animosity in the room, vaulting it in her heart, into the open. She was among strangers on the road and the alienating faces pervaded her throughout the alley not showing any acknowledgment to the hurricane raging in her. The only familiarity of her condition is with the ghosts, the ghosts of memory that are appending to the misery. The irony is that even in the presence of her folk, the pupils of the class with whome she associated herself with, she was left stigmatized with the torpedoes of questions shot at her. She was left to take the hammering on the anvil. Even as she moved away from the eye of the storm, the winds seem to have closed on her where ever she went. will the ghosts ever rest in peace for the perjury she has committed before her amigos? Will she come out unscratched from the aftermath of the whirlpool of emotions she is subjected to?

EPILOGUE:
So far I've written things that I personally felt. This is one of the 1'st attempts I made, to give the feelings of my fellomates condition, as i see it, into a tangible form. It is not intended to offend anyone though my classmates would thoroughly understand what am trying to personify [;)]. Friends we gotta let go old things and stay at bay from certain things and move on i guess.