Creative Writing : My Life

great time with my new friends. We spent some time walking around the mall, stopped for lunch, and headed back home. John wanted me to go back to his apartment, yet I felt too uncomfortable being alone with him in his domain. “Thank you, once again for taking me,” I say as I exit the car. “Thanks for coming out with us,” says Patsy. This time, I wait by the building door and wave them goodbye before heading inside. As I skip my way up the stairs, ready to tell Alice about my day, my phone shrills

perfect human but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. A firm finger taps my shoulder, turning to see who requests my attention I realise it’s the guy from across the room. “Hi i’m Tom”. A deep English voice fills my ears, his voice bringing me comfort and excitement. I feel small as I look

in. Today was August 2005, and school was nearing a little bit faster than I had hoped. I was on the swing, reading one of my favorite books. The blue bird in the distance called out, and I slowly drifted into sleep. “Calla Andrews you better get your butt up!” Mom yelled to me. I jerked awake, opening my eyes to a tall figure. My entire family had brown eyes, except me. My little brother constantly reminded me of that difference, and sometimes asked if I was adopted. Mom had always laughed at

of it is gone from my memory. My desk sat second in the column, the fifth and furthest row from the door. The movie Sybil wrapping up on the screen off to the side of me. We all sat in the general sleepy fog as the lights switched back on, putting the room back into normal academic mode. My eyes shot around the room, spending a second to scan all the cheesy teacher posters and quotes from Freud that hung on the walls. I yawned as my eyes zoned out, hearing bits and pieces of my peers comment on the

From under my eyelashes I faintly distinguished the singed fringes of his tightly wound lace. Feet like anvils, glided across the glossed floor which contrasted

wasn't that bad. I swear a ton of it was review from French II." Lou says casually. Now I roll my eyes. "Of course you'd say that." "Hey! Don't be a bitch. I bet you didn't do as bad as you think you did." "And I bet that pigs can fly," I snort and Lou punches my arm. After we stood in line and bought our lunch we made our way to the table to greet everyone. Sitting down, Justin throws his arm over my shoulder and I snuggle into him. Between baseball practise and studying for finals we haven't

“Ms. Swan we have to stop meeting like this.” I’m sure my mouth is doing a perfect imitation of a fish as I stand staring at him. What is he doing here?! His jade eyes seem to almost shine in the evening light, his hair caught in the faint rays of sunlight left, a small smile on his face. What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond. “Wh- What are you doing here Edward?” “Well…” He pauses. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we spoke this morning

right away, making my stomach turn. I continue to walk around the corner, feeling a slight pulse in my ears. “ Have a seat here. “ the officer points to the end stool near the white painted wall. I drag my feet as I walk to the sit stool that connects to the dividing wall, and face the glass. On the other side of the glass is a empty chair that will soon to be filled with many things. “ Remember that I can hear your conversation. “ the officer looked me cold into the eyes, I nodded my head and tried

around us. There's twenty of us all wearing the same dark blue shirt with the saying NYG 2016 stripping the sleeve we all crawl out the door our eyes drooping, backs slumped, legs moving like a baby preparing for walking. My hands fall and fingers go limp as I throw my arms to my side, we head out the door, leaving behind the place on high alert. With thousands of people passing through every day, many sleeping on the black seats that are in rows. Stores, and restaurants that were way overpriced,

and shutting the back doors. As my mom and I left the driveway I waved out the window to lucy- the landlord who has been our landlord since I was born. (14 years ago)- and I turned around, placing my headphones on my head. My mom (who was driving) rolled her eyes. “All teenagers do is listen to their music,” she said thinking I couldn’t hear her. “Actually, I am listening to a book, thank you very much,” I stated as I took off my head phones. I think I scared my mom. We giggled. I