Imagination
I write because i must. When words are written, they cannot be unwritten. When words are said, they cannot be unsaid.
I am 12 years old, and I have been writing stories since I could write at all. Needless to say, I LOVE reading.
I write because i must. When words are written, they cannot be unwritten. When words are said, they cannot be unsaid.
I glanced at the long black dress that mum was holding up. “No, I told you, no black!” “Why!” It would look so pretty on you, come on, at least try it on?” My mum pleaded.
“Honey. Come here and give your mother a cuddle!” I pulled both my bag and Jason into my mothers flat and gave her a hug.
An hour and a half later, I was sitting curled up next to Jason, watching the countryside of Yorkshire speed past my train window.
I had one. I really did. I couldn’t believe he was right. I still wasn’t ruling out him being crazy, but he was right about this. I had a spot where our shoulders touched, in the shape of a heart.
There is always one thing makes you happy when your are sad, makes you appriciate whats important when you cant. Some say its music, some say dance. Some say writing, some say say art.
I didn’t say anything to Jason until we got far enough into the woods that I could let scout off the lead. We had reached a little brook with slightly raised ground on one side.
When I woke up the next morning, dad was gone.
When we got to the hospital waiting room I sat as far away from Jason as I could. The man we-sorry, I-, had found was rushed straight to one of the emergency rooms.
11:30.I lay in bed beside Scout, thinking about my day. Now that he was gone… I still dint know how I felt.
I got dressed for school slowly and carefully the next morning, but that was normal for me. I put on a red jumper, showing off my shoulder, a grey skirt, black tights, and red pumps.
I got home to see my dad sprawled out on the couch in our much-too-small living room, watching rugby, as usual.
The only thing I remember about my dream was that it was a Wednesday. The next day I had exactly the same dream-nothing. All I remember was that, again, it was a Wednesday.
I could continue with Always the odd one out, Dreams, Or start a new one called it was a Wednesday.... I think i will start my new one, but comment your thoughts!.
I can barely contain my excitement as i carefully step from tree root to tree root, trying not to slip on the muddy slope, or get blossoms from the dense trees in my hair, or stub another toe.
Sharryn took me to her office on the top floor of the school.
Math test: A farmer plants 7 crops of tomatoes and 3 crops of carrots- what is the probability that his mothers name is Leslie.
Thomas- youre late. My teacher, Miss Samuel told me as I took my seat at the back off the classroom. She didnt say it in an accusing way though.
The soft white clouds hugged me as i drifted through the sky, oblivious to everything above, below and around me. I didnt need to worry up here- the clouds Would keep me safe. It was so peaceful.
Barney, my nana's pet cat, died a few months ago from stomach cancer. I loved him so so much, and his was the first death i have had to deal with.
The cold air bit my face, and i wrapped my mercifully thick coat even tighter around my imperfect body, not sure if i was trying to block out the cold or the world around me.