The whole school had been succumbed by air of silence and sorrow.
Everyone had pity on their faces for their late plastic queen, Sheena. Emma was crying her eyes out and Daisy loudly sobbed over Rome's chest, spoiling his neatly ironed dress shirt.
Farewell Cards were stuck on Sheena's locker, a large number of huge posters of hers were hung at every corner of the school corridor. The whole school was drowned in a gloomy atmosphere.
Sitting in my second class today, I heard a similar condolence speech from my yet another teacher.
"But we know that Sheena wouldn't want us to be sad over her. She is in a better place now, after all," Mr. Nicholson heaved with unshed tears which he wiped from the back of his thumb.
The whole class was silent again. I saw a few students wipe invisible tea
