This wasn’t what I wanted. It never was. I tried but I got nowhere.
It all began about 6 months ago,when school began. It was the first day of Year 10 and everyone was in the new school uniform for the upper school which consists of a black blazer, white shirt, black tie, black trousers (skirts for the girls) and formal shoes. I was standing in the furthest corner of the field whilst waiting for the new term to begin. I looked down at my watch, it was ten to nine. Other people in my year were walking through the gates and their excitement of seeing each other after a long time radiated towards me. This made me think qabout two of my friends who I haven’t seen for about 8 weeks. I checked my watch again, only two minutes had passed. In the corner of my eye, a glimpse of a figure moving towards me was caught. My head slowly sweeped to the right. Standing there was Charlie. He was about 5 ft 7 with scruffy blue hair and green eyes.
” Hey Alex, ” he said.
” Oh.Uhh.Hi, ” I replied slowly.
” How was your summer? ”
” It was alright I guess, ” I shrugged ” Didn’t really do much,”
” Yeah. Me nei…”
Charlie was interrupted by a small figure running towards us. In the distance, we could hear the figure cursing.
” I hate this damn school and everyone here!” He exclaimed.
Charlie and I looked at each other.
” Sam, ” We both said with a smile on our faces.
Sam was my only other friend at school. He was one of the shortest in the year but was very athletic which meant that he was involved in almost every sport club in school. However, Sam was extremely short-tempered and he had anger management sessions every week. I preferred Charlie over Sam. That was probably because Sam could bite your head off if you crossed him. Charlie was a lot more casual and he didn’t really care about what other people thought of him (which is why he dyed his hair blue). They both stood about two metres away from me and reminisced about things that happened in Year 9 but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was thinking about how scarce my summer was of events that were worth remembering. Most of my time was spent in front of a computer screen. I blinked. I slowly raised my head to see the last few people walking through the school gates. I looked down at my watch for a third time just as the bell went.
Charlie and Sam began to walk towards the new building; they both had Buisness Studies. I gave them a nod as they were leaving. Charlie noticed and responded with a small wave. As soon as they were about fifteen metres away, I began to make my way towards the entrance of the old building. The entrance was nothing spectacular. It was just a stone brick archway which hung over the old oak doors. The first lesson on my timetable was Spanish. I hated Spanish. I have nothing against the language, its’ just that I’m incapable of rolling my tongue and speaking the accents which made it very hard to speak Spanish. In the distance, I could see the other figures in black sauntering into the entrance;it was like a very organised zombie apocalypse. The layout of the school was in my mind so I knew that the language department was three corridors away in the order of left, right and left from the exact spot where I was standing. I put my legs into fourth gear and drove fowards through the traffic and towards my destination.
All was going well until I heard a familiar voice through the droning mutter of students. I cringed. It was the perfect English accent of Richard Francis. The manner in which he speaks could almost make you feel patriotic if he wasn’t so condescending. In Year 8, we had to speak about our parents’ jobs and what we wanted to do in the future. Most of the kids here were from a wealthy background so their parents were all CEO’s of large companies or something similar. They mostly said that they were going to take their parents’ buisnesses or they were going to become doctors or lawyers. However, when it was my turn to speak, I told the class that my mother was a teacher in a state school and my father died when I was just three years old. Had I known that saying something like that in a private school would cause so much trouble for me, then I certainly wouldn’t of said anything. The next two years up to now made it very hard to wake up and come to school to endure the abuse I was going through.
November 20, 2014 at 4:46 pm
Hello Sky!
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your coursework; you have a sophisticated style and your writing has a natural flow that makes it a pleasure to read. The metaphors you use throughout the piece are original and suggest aspects of your narrator’s personality in a subtle manner, for example the fact he pictures his classmates as zombies entering the building shows us that he doesn’t think much of them!
The only thing you might want to think about is your description of Charlie at the end of the first paragraph. I feel you could give the reader these details about his appearance in a more creative way without stating them as facts. Do speak to me if you need any advice or clarification on this!
Miss Wild