Death in the air...

Step after step, gosh it feels like I'm climbing a mountain. It's exam morning; the halls have a silence that seems to echo in my head with the only sound being a distant drop of water from the fountain. It feels like death here. Walking past the boys’ washroom, it smells like it, too. I've never been too good at science, especially chemistry. In fact, the only chemistry I know is the one between my butt and the couch. I don't get the problems, the methods or the whole history behind it. I curse my alarm clock, the smooth sounds of the Black Keys waking up my hatred for this exam. "Shania Whitehead," the woman in a knee high black dress calls in a soft bashful tone. God, I hate her. Why'd I have to be on this list? It’s bad enough that I have to be here but they even assign a woman with less enthusiasm than a prisoner, who's ironically wearing death’s shade. Her silence and patience reeks with the soft sounds of pleasure, as students, one by one, drag their feet as they enter into what might become an insane asylum. It's quite beyond belief; everyone tries to adjust their bodies in the hard, cold, butt imprinted chairs. Nothing was comfortable. Papers are passed down, row by row; hands hesitate, grabbing the cool white sheet that could act like a razor to my future. "Everyone, I'm quickly going to read out the rules, so you know the dri…" I've heard it too many times. I rock my knee in a nervous motion.  I pick up the hard, blue, number two pencil; it feels like slivers in my thumb and pointing finger. This wasn't going to go well. I could tell that right now. People look around doing the usual sayings, "good luck." I feel like I'm in The Hunger Games movie, when everyone looks at Katniss and someone says, “May the odds be ever in your favor!" May the odds be ever in your favor- I know they aren't in mine. Unlike the movie, I had a choice. I could have studied but I didn't. I came to this exam completely unprepared and like the majority of the tributes in The Hunger Games, I know death roamed around my corner. RIP grade

Imagine this...

Imagine if Velma from Scooby Doo was actually real. What if someone had her thirst for knowledge and urge to solve mysteries? Well, there is someone. Young and always looking for answers, this describes the characteristics of none other than Shania Whitehead. You could even think of her as Lisa from The Simpsons, intelligent but enjoys music, has a strong relationship with her family and tries to support them. As well as, she helps them in making the right decisions. Family is everything to her. Listening to her family bicker and joke around is what’s given her such a strong quick witted mind. She’s much like Max, from the show Two Broke Girls. Both share the same passion for baking and joking around when they’re comfortable.  "It's not what you've lost, but it's what you find." Shania finds great inspiration from her favorite artist, Ellie Goulding. With beauty like a sunset, a strong writing hand, she idolizes her. Shania and Ellie share similar voices, a high range. With similar writing habits, Shania tries to follow her steps in becoming not only an astonishing song writer but also a poet.