Written by Lauren Zheng from Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute, Canada My greasy hands were rejecting Adele’s tissue box when the ground shifted. Chairs shook, chalk broke, and pencils clattered to the floor, as if we were in a bus that had jolted into movement. Through the grimy window, we watched our tier - our world - utterly change. The sky, once paper-white and creased like my teacher’s face, morphed into an ovular sea of light with distant shores of brown. An end
