Life goes very quick sometimes, quicker than ever. You don’t even realize what is going on in the world around you, death or destruction, you are still in the same spot. However, I now feel that my life has been thrown down, into a deep pool of despair. It’s hard to survive in this pool, the thoughts of it drag me through obstacles made for you to die. I slowly open my eyes, thinking of another dangerous day ahead. There is only one place that is 100% dangerous, and that’s school. School, that has been thought in my pool since the end of primary.
Primary school was thrown in the bin long ago, and secondary school has just arrived in the package. My uniform misshaped my body, the tie was going to choke me ‘till death. How will I be able to survive? I asked myself.
As I entered the school, all I could see was hate, anger but not one sign of peace. My first class was horrendous, the teacher was no teacher but a sloth, dreaming of gold, money and power. But that never happens, and it won’t happen to him, especially if he’s not even doing his job correctly. All lessons were like this and I wasn’t learning anything. I don’t see the point of actually going to school, all our parents are better than this.
At break, no one seemed to like me. They weren’t rude to me in any way but all of them ignored me. Except there was one boy who came up to me and asked my name.
“Hi, I’m Dylan. What’s yours?” he asked.
“Hello Dylan. I am Leonora. What brings you here today?” I questioned back.
“Just bored really. Umm, this might be weird to ask, but do you want to be friends? I have no friends and it’s so crazy around here?” he asked again.
“I’m sorry, but no. I prefer to stay alone,” I replied. He walked away and since then it felt like he didn’t even know me. I felt safer until I got this letter.
Dear Leonora,
I love your name. It’s so awfully pretty. Your parents must be very creative. I was thinking if you’d like to go to the school dance with me. I don’t know why I’m asking you, but you seem really nice. I’m going to wear a mask if that’s ok with you. I don’t like to show my face in crowded places. Thanks.
Anonymous (I’m from your school)
Someone asking me to dance, impossible. I’m not that pretty. I sent a letter back saying yes, and he kept sending letters to and one said ‘I think I like you’. I was shocked at this and was not excited about the dance anymore.
I saw him in the dance, with a fiery mask covering his eyes. It looked amazing. He took my hand, and we started dancing to the music that was being played. At one point, I felt unsure. This did not feel right. I was relieved when the music stopped. But when he did, he pulled out a box of chocolates behind him that said my name in it with beautiful cursive handwriting. I asked him his name, but he said that he was not to say, how silly. I told him I was going to get a drink, but really; I was going to offer the chocolate to some other girls.
I was scared, worried. As soon as the girl ate the chocolate, she fainted, or more like, died. I didn’t know if this was the chocolate or her. But there was one other boy who ate the chocolate and died right away too. The chocolate was poisonous. I ran to the boy, who gave me the chocolate and pulled off his mask. It was Dylan. He was trying to poison me. Grabbing the chocolates from my hand, Dylan tried to shove one in my mouth, but I stopped him. He was killing people for money. Like everyone does these days. In a few minutes, the police came in and arrested Dylan, but the people who did were not cured.
Primary school was thrown in the bin long ago, and secondary school has just arrived in the package. My uniform misshaped my body, the tie was going to choke me ‘till death. How will I be able to survive? I asked myself.
As I entered the school, all I could see was hate, anger but not one sign of peace. My first class was horrendous, the teacher was no teacher but a sloth, dreaming of gold, money and power. But that never happens, and it won’t happen to him, especially if he’s not even doing his job correctly. All lessons were like this and I wasn’t learning anything. I don’t see the point of actually going to school, all our parents are better than this.
At break, no one seemed to like me. They weren’t rude to me in any way but all of them ignored me. Except there was one boy who came up to me and asked my name.
“Hi, I’m Dylan. What’s yours?” he asked.
“Hello Dylan. I am Leonora. What brings you here today?” I questioned back.
“Just bored really. Umm, this might be weird to ask, but do you want to be friends? I have no friends and it’s so crazy around here?” he asked again.
“I’m sorry, but no. I prefer to stay alone,” I replied. He walked away and since then it felt like he didn’t even know me. I felt safer until I got this letter.
Dear Leonora,
I love your name. It’s so awfully pretty. Your parents must be very creative. I was thinking if you’d like to go to the school dance with me. I don’t know why I’m asking you, but you seem really nice. I’m going to wear a mask if that’s ok with you. I don’t like to show my face in crowded places. Thanks.
Anonymous (I’m from your school)
Someone asking me to dance, impossible. I’m not that pretty. I sent a letter back saying yes, and he kept sending letters to and one said ‘I think I like you’. I was shocked at this and was not excited about the dance anymore.
I saw him in the dance, with a fiery mask covering his eyes. It looked amazing. He took my hand, and we started dancing to the music that was being played. At one point, I felt unsure. This did not feel right. I was relieved when the music stopped. But when he did, he pulled out a box of chocolates behind him that said my name in it with beautiful cursive handwriting. I asked him his name, but he said that he was not to say, how silly. I told him I was going to get a drink, but really; I was going to offer the chocolate to some other girls.
I was scared, worried. As soon as the girl ate the chocolate, she fainted, or more like, died. I didn’t know if this was the chocolate or her. But there was one other boy who ate the chocolate and died right away too. The chocolate was poisonous. I ran to the boy, who gave me the chocolate and pulled off his mask. It was Dylan. He was trying to poison me. Grabbing the chocolates from my hand, Dylan tried to shove one in my mouth, but I stopped him. He was killing people for money. Like everyone does these days. In a few minutes, the police came in and arrested Dylan, but the people who did were not cured.
