Today in last period French I looked out the window. There was fog.
But it wasn't the normal stuff there is back in Boston; it was this scary yellow color. The high-rise apartment buildings next to our school, which are gray, were tinted ocher by the thick air. The sounds in the basketball court below were magnified, as if we were on the ground floor.
I'm not really sure why, but this weird fog seems like it's anticipating something. There's a feeling of something waiting to happen.
The question is, what is it?
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