Write about a frightening experience where you felt you had to go on in spite of your fear.
When I was a young boy aged ten I always had a fear of being by myself in a strange surrounding. The thought of no one else but me gave me an eerie sensation and a chill always ran down my spine. I knew I had to be able to conquer that fear someday but on April 1st, the chance caught me by surprise.
It was on the morning of a sunny beautiful as day for April. Not a cloud in the sky and as I exited the school grounds heading back home I could feel the strong wind brushing against my face and through my hair.
Today was just like any school day or was it?
I walked at a steady pace to get myself back home because at that time I had a fear of being mugged, kidnapped or even more worse- death.
I quickly clambered down the last set of stairs that separated the territory of school grounds to public pavement. As soon as my feet touched that ground I instinctively felt scared. I continued to walk at a steady pace knowing that my best friend at the time would already be waiting for me across the street and once we got back to his house I should stop panicking. However as my friend guided me to his house I started to panic further. As we drew near to his house I gazed around at all the old houses. For some reason I've never noticed them, maybe because I was new to the neighbourhood and didn't know my way around. We finally managed to reach the front gate of his house and I was never so relieved in al my life.
As the door his mum greeted us my friend Mike told me to quickly look at the house at the bottom of the road. I did as I was told and looked upon the houses that seemed to be perfectly in lined to al the other houses I saw on the street. However something caught me eye. The last house on the street was somewhat different to the others. It wasn't in line with the other houses and it was bigger then every other house on that side of the street. It seemed to stand out. It was hard not to notice it. For what seemed like minutes but were only a few seconds in reality I
It was on the morning of a sunny beautiful as day for April. Not a cloud in the sky and as I exited the school grounds heading back home I could feel the strong wind brushing against my face and through my hair.
Today was just like any school day or was it?
I walked at a steady pace to get myself back home because at that time I had a fear of being mugged, kidnapped or even more worse- death.
I quickly clambered down the last set of stairs that separated the territory of school grounds to public pavement. As soon as my feet touched that ground I instinctively felt scared. I continued to walk at a steady pace knowing that my best friend at the time would already be waiting for me across the street and once we got back to his house I should stop panicking. However as my friend guided me to his house I started to panic further. As we drew near to his house I gazed around at all the old houses. For some reason I've never noticed them, maybe because I was new to the neighbourhood and didn't know my way around. We finally managed to reach the front gate of his house and I was never so relieved in al my life.
As the door his mum greeted us my friend Mike told me to quickly look at the house at the bottom of the road. I did as I was told and looked upon the houses that seemed to be perfectly in lined to al the other houses I saw on the street. However something caught me eye. The last house on the street was somewhat different to the others. It wasn't in line with the other houses and it was bigger then every other house on that side of the street. It seemed to stand out. It was hard not to notice it. For what seemed like minutes but were only a few seconds in reality I