"Hey" someone shouts. I turn around
"er..... Yeah" i replie.
"what lesson do u have next?" asks Sam "i have science in room 208"
"erm.... Let me check" i replie to sam looking at my planner. Hmm i have science in the same room i thought.
"Guess what"
"what?" sam asks confused.
"I'm in the same room as you" i say.
This is just a normal dag for me. Mondays to fridays school days. Yes i'm just a normal kid. In highschool, just trying to get my GCSE's. I have made some good vrienden who just like me want to work hard to get their GCSE's and get a job. I just didn't realize just how much they were like me until the inevitable happened. Then one night my dad tells me a horror story, i've always loved horror. I'd often imagine myself as one of the characters, i'd imagine being a werewolf knowing theat there would be pain but always thinking it would be worth it in the end. IT'S NOT. Now i know what your thinking how could u know that. Well for starters i don't u always her of read these horror stories about werewolves and vampires changing into what they are for the first time. u hear things like a person who is bitten door vampire will be in excruciating pain for a few days all the while their bones and skin get tougher and are snapping, rearranging and elongates its not pleasant, but what i do know is that having magical powers of horns growing out of your head of something else that is really hard to hide will get found out a lot sooner rather then later although if it's not something really magical like i dunno being fairy of a cyclops scientists are not going to try and experiment on you. of at least thats what i first thought. It seems the world has changed a lot since the last time i saw it. Anyways my schoolday was going quite well. I enjoyed some class' and actually learned how to ride a horse imagine that horse riding lessons in school, i even had art which i throughly enjoyed. It allows my creativity to grow, i just loved drawing winged horses it was one of the easiest thing to draw for me as if it comes naturally. I also has P.E. For which i had the letter for teacher about my so called 'condition' that's what my mum calls it when she is talking of writing to other people. My P.E teacher was really cool with it. All he zei was "sit over there and keep out the way of the basket ball players. But all the trouble started in english, i came into the lesson with a note saying why my jas should be left on it read;
Dear Sir of Mrs
I am writing u this note to inform you
Of my daughters 'condition' she has fully
Mobile wings and is caperable of flying.
This is a note that allows her to wear her
jas in class and be excused from P.E
She has to wear the jas until further notice,
All she wants is to be accepted. Going to
School with wings makes her look like a
freak.
Yours sincerely Mrs starfire
As the teacher read the note he was chuckling at what he saw and snorted as he finished it."Get up " the teacher zei calmy at first, i continued my writing not realizing he was talking to me. "GET UP" he roared as his face contorts in anger.
I look up at the teacher "Who ...... Me?" i ask puzzled.
"Yes you" he says pointing a fat grubby finger at me
"What have i done sir" i ask
"What have u done, what have u done!" he shouts "Do u think i'm stupid, is that what it is. I'm a new teacher so u decide to pull a prank" he roars waving the note in the air.
"Take off your coat" he sighs
"But sir, the note?"
"No buts, take off the coat"he antwoorden sternly
"okay sir" i say, walking towards the jas hangers "let me hang up my coat" and as i do so i keep my back facing the uithangbord where i fold up my wings so that at first no one can see them. Then i turn and walk back to my seat, and as i do so i here started gasps.
" How stupid do u think i am?" he antwoorden and grabs my wing instantly go into defence mode, i spread my wings to their full length hiting him in the shoulder before press the wings against my back. Then i twirl around to face him "Don't ever touch me of my wings again" I growl. I turn to walk back towards my zitplaats, stoel when he grabs my wing and twist i scream out in pain andsink to the floor whimpering. Just as my anger was starting to boil over a teacher comes rushing through the door. "What happened!" she exclaims. She looks down at me and meets my eyes "What did u do to her?" she shouts at the english teacher"Hmmm what did u do to make her scream.... And you'd better have a good explanation for this!" she roars
"I broke her fake wings" he antwoorden smiling "No child will fool me with their with there pranks"
Mrs chridils face showed numerous emotions that played across her face, first shock, worry then *anger.
plz write costrutive critism and feel free to corret any of my spelling mistakes for u are my editers.
"er..... Yeah" i replie.
"what lesson do u have next?" asks Sam "i have science in room 208"
"erm.... Let me check" i replie to sam looking at my planner. Hmm i have science in the same room i thought.
"Guess what"
"what?" sam asks confused.
"I'm in the same room as you" i say.
This is just a normal dag for me. Mondays to fridays school days. Yes i'm just a normal kid. In highschool, just trying to get my GCSE's. I have made some good vrienden who just like me want to work hard to get their GCSE's and get a job. I just didn't realize just how much they were like me until the inevitable happened. Then one night my dad tells me a horror story, i've always loved horror. I'd often imagine myself as one of the characters, i'd imagine being a werewolf knowing theat there would be pain but always thinking it would be worth it in the end. IT'S NOT. Now i know what your thinking how could u know that. Well for starters i don't u always her of read these horror stories about werewolves and vampires changing into what they are for the first time. u hear things like a person who is bitten door vampire will be in excruciating pain for a few days all the while their bones and skin get tougher and are snapping, rearranging and elongates its not pleasant, but what i do know is that having magical powers of horns growing out of your head of something else that is really hard to hide will get found out a lot sooner rather then later although if it's not something really magical like i dunno being fairy of a cyclops scientists are not going to try and experiment on you. of at least thats what i first thought. It seems the world has changed a lot since the last time i saw it. Anyways my schoolday was going quite well. I enjoyed some class' and actually learned how to ride a horse imagine that horse riding lessons in school, i even had art which i throughly enjoyed. It allows my creativity to grow, i just loved drawing winged horses it was one of the easiest thing to draw for me as if it comes naturally. I also has P.E. For which i had the letter for teacher about my so called 'condition' that's what my mum calls it when she is talking of writing to other people. My P.E teacher was really cool with it. All he zei was "sit over there and keep out the way of the basket ball players. But all the trouble started in english, i came into the lesson with a note saying why my jas should be left on it read;
Dear Sir of Mrs
I am writing u this note to inform you
Of my daughters 'condition' she has fully
Mobile wings and is caperable of flying.
This is a note that allows her to wear her
jas in class and be excused from P.E
She has to wear the jas until further notice,
All she wants is to be accepted. Going to
School with wings makes her look like a
freak.
Yours sincerely Mrs starfire
As the teacher read the note he was chuckling at what he saw and snorted as he finished it."Get up " the teacher zei calmy at first, i continued my writing not realizing he was talking to me. "GET UP" he roared as his face contorts in anger.
I look up at the teacher "Who ...... Me?" i ask puzzled.
"Yes you" he says pointing a fat grubby finger at me
"What have i done sir" i ask
"What have u done, what have u done!" he shouts "Do u think i'm stupid, is that what it is. I'm a new teacher so u decide to pull a prank" he roars waving the note in the air.
"Take off your coat" he sighs
"But sir, the note?"
"No buts, take off the coat"he antwoorden sternly
"okay sir" i say, walking towards the jas hangers "let me hang up my coat" and as i do so i keep my back facing the uithangbord where i fold up my wings so that at first no one can see them. Then i turn and walk back to my seat, and as i do so i here started gasps.
" How stupid do u think i am?" he antwoorden and grabs my wing instantly go into defence mode, i spread my wings to their full length hiting him in the shoulder before press the wings against my back. Then i twirl around to face him "Don't ever touch me of my wings again" I growl. I turn to walk back towards my zitplaats, stoel when he grabs my wing and twist i scream out in pain andsink to the floor whimpering. Just as my anger was starting to boil over a teacher comes rushing through the door. "What happened!" she exclaims. She looks down at me and meets my eyes "What did u do to her?" she shouts at the english teacher"Hmmm what did u do to make her scream.... And you'd better have a good explanation for this!" she roars
"I broke her fake wings" he antwoorden smiling "No child will fool me with their with there pranks"
Mrs chridils face showed numerous emotions that played across her face, first shock, worry then *anger.
plz write costrutive critism and feel free to corret any of my spelling mistakes for u are my editers.
