I was twisting and turning through a labyrinth, passing by watchful eyes, a continuous vortex of curious beasts; but really, I was winding through a route of depressing and boring students. As I stumbled through the halls of this degrading prison I somehow managed to notice the lifeless and depressing posters that the school had so thoughtfully presented us with. As I took a sharp glance at the encouraging posters that said, "Say no to drugs" and "Always keep safe" which didn't even interest me in the slightest I was distracted and curious but more concerned about what my school life was about to become. I assumed it was too early to discriminate considering it was my first day but I seriously struggled to help my self. Mr Bowerman, the headmaster and also an encouraging one at that looked like the sort of guy who would line all of his different socks up everyday and decide on which pair to wear. I encounted the sloth like head master for the first time as he babbled on about the education the school had to offer, I continuously knodded my head in acknowledgment to what he said even though my mind was too involved in events that took place throughout the school. I couldn't begin to describe to anyone how I was feeling because of the fact he never asked me a question, I couldn't of told you what he asked and I definitely didn't want to start off on a bad foot. Finally the desperate wait of release was complete, I edged myself closer to the den I was about to be held captive in, I desperately didn't want to draw any form of attention to myself as I was already a few minutes late. Of course I swung the loose and fragile door wide open by accident which clattered off of the lockers to the near left, the airless room had nobody in the best of moods but agitated at best. So far my quiet and discrete entrance was not going according to plan. As the door vibrated and shuck up the surprisingly quiet class, everybody stopped and turned. Suddenly every eye kept me captive. I was pinned by their terrifying gaze; breached of my privacy, inspected thoroughly and dashed to the nearest seat to dispatch the attention from myself. I realised sooner or later my teacher was going to accumulate a sly dig at me for my late arrival, saved by the class clown, the thought slipped her mind. The erupting sound of a pencil exploding off of one of my fellow pupils desk top saved me as the sound amplified and bounced off of all four walls of the class room. It then sprung to mind that I now had the higher ground as the boy now held my eye. It was if it was a form of self defense and that suddenly the tables had turned, all attention that I had brought upon myself from earlier was completely removed and I was now immersed in my business. The class clown looked at me and smiled as if he knew me or had any idea about me, as if he had me
I had to upload something to view sooooo... ignore this. So here's a story i had to write for english
The start of a new school year sucks. Not because I have to go to school, it’s just getting back into the same routines as before. After spending 15 minutes finding my way around the unfamiliar school I grab my books for the first class of the day and head towards the classroom. I step into the room and scan over the people sitting on tables talking and being loud. I spot a desk at the back where…
As soon as I had entered the airport terminal all he could hear was people talking. I proceeded to check in and was waiting in line for at least twenty minutes. I had gotten so bored of waiting that he started to listen in on the conversations people were having around him. One of the conversations he heard had intrigued me, there were rumours going around that there may be an assassination attempt on a lawyer who was representing a witness on a murder trial. This man was heading to…
Scott Davis stood at attention front of the president of the United States. Even though he was standing in front of the most powerful person in the government, Scoot had a confidence radiating from him. As he stood there the president reached out his hand to welcome him. Then he started speaking,” I understand that you are best the military has to offer. One week ago my daughter, Jessica, disappeared and yesterday a terrorist group called Melkida claimed responsibility for the act. They sent a ransom…
AHHHHHHHHHH THE BRIDGE IS FALLING I CANT HOLD ON I AM GOING TO LET GO Debbie said “JUST A LITTLE MORE I CAN GRAB YOU”. Suddenly the wood panel she was holding on to snapped again and Anita fell though and Debbie screams “Noooooooo”.
It's the morning of December 31st. New Years Eve at “Flinders National Park”. A beautiful sunny day with the family camping and all having the time of their life everyone is laughing and just being happy. Anita and Debbie, the two sixteen year old…
GCSE English language
Unit 1- Story
The new arrival
The new arrival had sat there looking at me with her emerald eyes glistening in the dim light, her hair was light blonde, and it hung loosely over her bony shoulders. She was thin as a stick, and when offered food, refused. Her name was Athena, the same as the goddess of intelligence and skill. She sat across the oak table, covered in carefully crafted china plates. Her bright pink nails, were noticeable from across the room, they…
English story- Discovery
Within society, I’ve always been the awkward redundant fringe dweller. The outlying presence, just craving and desperately desiring some form of positive recognition. Why was I forced to be this polluted version of myself? The sky bleed fingers of orange as the sun crept over the horizon, glinting streaks of light reflecting of my stark white skin. The dirt around me was rich and plentiful, earthy flecks shimmering across the vast brown expanse. I slowly picked up a handful…
instinctiveness. Human survive on it. In the short story “The Large Ant” by Howard Fast, Fast illustrates surviving on instinct when he shows that humans are naturally violent, that the government will do anything to survive and that Morgan kills without hesitation.
A large percent of people crave violence and that’s solely an instinctive trait. Howard Fast does an excellent job at illustrating this throughout the short story “The Large Ant.”. The story takes place in Cold War Era USA during a time of…
Into the Woods
“Hurry up!” Maisie's brother Jeremy groaned as he hiked up ahead of her. “I have to use the bathroom and the next resting spot is only a couple miles ahead!” Her seventeen year old brother was going to be a senior in high school and thought the whole world revolved around him.
“It's not my fault I have short legs!” Maisie retorted. She had just turned twelve this June, a summer baby and on top of that, a late bloomer. Their dad, Michael, in an effort to become close again with…
6, November, 2014
The open window
I’m afraid of sleeping but I’m also afraid of leaving my eyes open in the dark. It’s
Childish of me-I know-but I can’t help it. There’s something there and it stares back at me from
my window. It started off with dreams but, soon it became more than that, I began seeing thing
in the corner of my eye and in the mirrors. I’ve told my parents but, they don’t believe me.
We’ve gone to the Doctors and well, they had me take drug tests…
By Lily Parasiuk
It was the beginning of the summer before 10th grade. I had just moved out to a small town in Ottawa. My dog Lucy, an Australian Shepard, and I had been exploring the forest behind our new home when we came upon a small stone bridge arching over a river. As we crossed I stepped in something sticky. When I looked down I saw a red stream sweeping around my feet, I looked up to see a boy laying on the bridge crying. I ran to that bloody boy not thinking or knowing what to…