Creative Story

Creative Story- Stuart Hamilton
I felt the air brush through my hair as I made the brisk escape from the hellish gates of the John-Smiths High school. I spun round in a quick one hundred and eighty degree turn to try and check if anyone had seen me make my escape or if anyone had been approaching to try and stop my quick climb over the small tattered aluminium fence held loosely by a few loose nails and screws. It seemed that today was going to be one of the few lucky days where my planned escape was going to finally come off. A quick glance to the left and a short one to the right confirmed that my instincts that no one had pursued me were in fact correct.
It felt like that relief you get when you hear the final whistle blow after a gruelling final 5 minute watch of year favoured football team being pounded by attacks but for the opposition to not score and for your team to get that needed 3 points.
That is a relief like no other , my heart could stop pounding at an unreal rate and the rush of blood in fear of another ‘hook’ coming round the corner could finally stop and I could finally settle in to a normal state. An experience which I have been struggling to get to lately so that was another relief to hit my fatigued mind and abused body.
It had been going on for at least a couple months and this was at least the fourth time I had managed to leave school unnoticed. However I plan everyday how I’m going to make my next move to get out. I can’t stand it, the bullies, the constant abuse and just in general school itself. It’s like being imprisoned for 7 hours a day, fighting a pack of wolves off to try and serve your sentence. I think about why they do it every day but I can never come to a reasonable conclusion, it’s like it’s their idea of fun. However I needed to concentrate on not being seen, id done the hard bit just walking away with my hood up, how hard could it be? I did however at that moment take a minute to think things through for what felt like the first time in a long time. I kept on asking small questions like – what if walking away only provokes them to do it more? And what would happen if I was for once to stand up for myself? I mean I am 16, 6ft3 a built like a brick, or so I’m told by my mum who has to see me come home everyday upset because I can’t get some bottle and stand up for myself, one hit is all it would take to knock one of them done, a year older yes but also about 6 inches smaller and built like a twig fallen from a tree slowly dying out. I just feel it’s too much of a risk, to hit one of them means all of them and I may have some sort of chance against one of them but all of them? Not a single hope. But it could also turn out for the better and draw a fear towards them if I was to just prove what I could do. That day will come though when there is only one of them but as a group I will just have to take the abuse, taunts and chants as they come.

I had obviously set into a bit of a daydream as I snapped out of it to see a small group of what looked like about 4 boys making the same route of escape as what I had. I felt it was time to start walking so I set off on what was going to be an eventful walk to say the least.

I started my endeavour along the long winding path which would soon lead to my home after a few jumped fences and a couple crossings of roads. However I did notice that the small group had decreased in size into two and the other two I didn’t have any clue what they had done. But I made sure I did have my wits about me as I immediately noticed when I first looked at them that one of the group were one of my nemesis’. Suddenly the two behind sped up increasing their pace towards a jog. This is when I knew straight away what was going to happen. They were going to try and jump me ... again. But this time it was not going to happen.
I made a quick left turn into a small back street and broke in to a sprint across the cobbles in the road. I sharply spun my neck to the left to see the other two who had disappeared suddenly brake out into the street. However I knew the area well and I knew I could use it to my advantage. It got to the end of the road and I made one small mistake.
Following the momentum of my sprint I sprinted straight across a main road to be suddenly flung into the air by a tremendous amount of power to land straight down on my neck.
I came to terms with what had happened. I had been hit by an oncoming car. I slowly began to ask questions again- was this one of the daydreams or was this real and was this the end?
I closed my eyes to learn my fate.