Crossing The Chanel.

The waves beneath crash to the side of us as if we were in war. Trying to break our defences down. Roaring trying to deathen us.

I was sat there the chating around me became one vocie. Telling me to get outside. Quick, run before its too late. I jump out of my seat like someone who just had icecubes poured down their pants. I push past the crowds of blue. The obvious sign of my fellow school mates. Mocking me knowing how ill i feal. I fall onto those heavy doors blocking me from fresh air. Then i hear laughtder from the cold blue jumpers. My own jumper taughting me knowing im one of them. Finaly the doors open from beneth me, i gasp in the cold air hoping im not to late.

Feeling as if my legs might give way any second i stand under the bashing water coming from the roof. Not caring about the looks that are being fired my way i hung onto the cold bar like it was my only hope. I knew how badly i was shivering but i didn't care. As long as it prevented the bubbling horro inside me. I watched as the icy water bellow was being shoved out from bellow. I knew this battle wouldn't end until i reached land.

I knew it was coming soon i could feel it bubbling inside me. I could hear vocies coming towards me, i reconised them. I turned to look who it was. I felt my body shuder, it was too late to turn back around now...