Creative
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” the alarm screams out louder than ever. “It’s only 6 am “I moan tiredly to myself. AS I slowly get ready for my last day of school as a year 12, ready to graduate, I start to think about the previous years of my school life. I slip out of the creased sheets laid on my bed, and I get a flashback of back when I was in kindergarten. I was just another kid in the New Year. I had no idea where anything was and no friends.
I resume making my bed as I see something fall out of the old broken excuse I had for a table, it was my school year group photo back in year 3. At that time I had gained some friends, my grades were good and I was a really happy boy. I start to remember after that I was forced to move school for family reasons. It felt as if I was drifting from everything that was important to me, as if I was a broken piece of glass getting sucked into a vacuum. About 10 minutes later my dog awakens and starts barking wildly at me, “shh quiet down jay jay, or else you’ll wake everyone up” I whisper strongly, He doesn’t stop so I throw a pillow at him and he runs away whining. I sigh loudly and continue getting ready. As I get ready I continue to remember being In the new school, I had no friends once again, no idea where to be, bullied every day. I just didn’t feel like I didn’t belong. I would always get picked on; it was the worst year ever. I just had to change again. So for the third time I had changed schools. I was hoping to finally belong in this school; I didn’t want to be the broken piece of glass any longer. I slide into the shower and after 5 minutes I doze off to the hot water, thinking of my last day of year 6. After 2 years into this new school I was still having the worst time of my life, but at the same time, it still felt like I belonged in here, I had made some new friends and I had good grades, my life finally made the right turn. My name was announced for the people finishing year 6, to me I finally felt really happy for a
I resume making my bed as I see something fall out of the old broken excuse I had for a table, it was my school year group photo back in year 3. At that time I had gained some friends, my grades were good and I was a really happy boy. I start to remember after that I was forced to move school for family reasons. It felt as if I was drifting from everything that was important to me, as if I was a broken piece of glass getting sucked into a vacuum. About 10 minutes later my dog awakens and starts barking wildly at me, “shh quiet down jay jay, or else you’ll wake everyone up” I whisper strongly, He doesn’t stop so I throw a pillow at him and he runs away whining. I sigh loudly and continue getting ready. As I get ready I continue to remember being In the new school, I had no friends once again, no idea where to be, bullied every day. I just didn’t feel like I didn’t belong. I would always get picked on; it was the worst year ever. I just had to change again. So for the third time I had changed schools. I was hoping to finally belong in this school; I didn’t want to be the broken piece of glass any longer. I slide into the shower and after 5 minutes I doze off to the hot water, thinking of my last day of year 6. After 2 years into this new school I was still having the worst time of my life, but at the same time, it still felt like I belonged in here, I had made some new friends and I had good grades, my life finally made the right turn. My name was announced for the people finishing year 6, to me I finally felt really happy for a