Month: January 2016

Morning Events

January 21, 2016 / / 0 Comments

 

  1. Wake up
  2. Eat breakfast
  3. Get on the bus
  4. Go tesco
  5. Go to school

I woke up with my eyes half open and see my clothes on the side. I eat breakfast and taste the thin layer of Nutella spreaded on my toast. I get on the bus and feel a sweaty man corrupting my personal space on the chair. I enter tesco and smell the refreshing pastries in the corner. I go to school and hear people shouting in nine square.

I see my clothes. I taste Nutella toast. I feel a sweaty man corrupting my personal space. I smell pastries. I hear people shouting.

The blury vision of school clothes. The bitter tang of too much butter on toast. The sweaty man corrupting your personal space. The  sense of strong,raw fish. The noise of screaming children bursting your ear drums.

You have blury vision of your school clothes. You taste the bitter tang of too much butter on toast. You feel the sweaty man corrupting your personal space. Your sense of strong,raw fish. You hear noise of screaming children bursting your ear drums. You feel year 7 kids colliding in to you rapidly. You smell the revolting dog crap near you. You feel the soft gewy mess underneath your shoe.

Above the birds were thick, white clouds.

You have blury vision of your school clothes. You taste the bitter tang of too much butter on toast. The feel of the sweaty man corrupting your personal space. Your sense of . Getting off the bus, hearing the  noise of screaming children bursting your ear drums. You feel year 7 kids colliding in to you rapidly, the zip of your school bag rips open and all of your work and stationary comes out. You go inside your form room and hear the teacher call your name, your response sounds fearful, trying to make your presence as unknown as possible. A sound of footsteps coming in the distance, slowly but mentally agonising. Suddenly, The feeling of your heart pounding while you walk through the corridor, knowing that he is there waiting for you like a lion hunting its prey. You quickly avoid the situation and try to escape to your next lesson hoping he will not recognise you. Finally the feeling of relief knowing that you have got away and have arrived at your lesson. Seeing your classmates and your history teacher all ready for the school trip, as you know you will not be out of school for the whole day.

Waking up to the bright sunlight glimmering on your half opened eyes.