Write An Imaginative Composition For A Youth Audience?

Submitted By Zaynab-Taasneem
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Write an imaginative composition for a youth audience in which you use ONE of the following:
a. Change came suddenly.
b. I felt a presence at my shoulder and a whisper, “Change it,” the whisper said.
c. He couldn’t bear the thought of change.
Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound of the clock immersed into silence of my room that night, as I lay on my bed, deep in thought. Time seemed to remain at a standstill as I remembered of how the change came suddenly. I used to think such dramatic turns only happened in movies, I mean, how can one anticipate such thing? My mind began replaying the events; one by one and ever so precisely. It was just over an hour ago when everything had appeared to be just right, until I was slapped in the face with the horrid news. Mum was the one who started this whole thing.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,”
Mum was weeping. She had gotten me worried as she is usually quite good at composing herself. A million thoughts rushed within my throbbing mind as I tried to figure out what was happening.
“It’s the banks dear, they took it all!”
The words floated before my face while mum grasped for the table to help regain balance. It all made sense during those brief seconds. Mum and I are the only ones in our little family, and for the past few months, money had been tight, but never had I imagined for it to get this far. I felt the urge to breakdown in tears, but my overpowering confusion had kept me there in silence. What does this mean for us now? My mouth took control of my perplexed self as it began to throw out words of anger.
“How could you not have told me? Why did you keep me in the dark?”
At this point, I was furious and raging through the serenity of the quiet, midnight atmosphere. My tired eyes had given up trying to be strong, with tears beginning to stream down my face. Mum walked towards me and I could see the sorrow in her once glass blue eyes. We both just stood there, mum’s arm laid over my shoulder in comfort. The silence had absorbed the anguish that prevailed in the room. It’s true when they say that actions speak louder than words, well at least that’s how it seemed to be. I could feel mum slowly scuffle at her nose and I knew what she thinking.
“I’m sorry Mum, it’s just.. I don’t understand, where will we live mum?”
“It’s okay honey, we’ll be fine. I love you”
The words of mum were meant to give me some form of comfort and relief; however it happened to do the complete opposite. I had begun a mental list of all possible things I could do to improve our situation. I believe mum has tried hard enough for both of us, so now it’s my turn. My iPod, I shouldn’t need that right? I could probably sell that over on eBay for a few hundred dollars, which might be enough to live on for a week or so. My thoughts were cut short by mum,