Creative Response To The Turn Of The Screw

Creative Response to The Turn of the Screw

That afternoon, I found myself alone with the governess. My older brother Miles, as always, wanted to finish one of his books. It was quaint how he always was in a hurry to finish his books, even though he told me he disliked books. I, on the other hand, wanted to enjoy the outdoors. Miss Jessel often forced Miles to join us when we went to the lake, but the new governess was not at all like that, she just agreed to anything Miles said.
It was somewhat obvious the governess was charmed by Miles and me, particularly Miles. I however preferred Miss Jessel, maybe because she knew and understood us, more me, better. I was shattered after she went, felt as if everyone was gone and nothing else mattered. Miles went back to school; away from it all but I was left at Bly, all alone, with no one. When Mrs Grose told me another governess was arriving, I was thrilled at first but then realized she would never be able to take Miss Jessel’s place. And I was correct, the governess was very charming and caring but she didn’t have what Miss Jessel had, the connection was missing.
We had walked about a half hour when we reached the lake. We had recently started learning geography and I instinctively recognised the lake as the Sea of Azof. This was the first time in a large amount of time when I felt free, happy and, I didn’t know why, but I felt relieved. I was running around, playing with a large smile on my face when I saw something I had never before. I had come to this lake quite a few times but I had never noticed anything like this before. Through the dense shrubs and trees I could see something, maybe someone. I glanced to the side to check what the governess was doing. The governess wasn’t focused on me, so I moved a little closer to edge of the lake, however stayed close enough so she could see