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Creative writing - Life on the Edge.

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f people could see inside my head, they wouldn't believe or understand what was going on. The students in my school see me as a shy, withdrawn kid but I don't want to be, I want to be strong enough to tell them what I really think. The things that go on in my head are really crazy, so crazy that if I let it all out I wouldn't be able to control it. I think really sucks! I wish life could be the way in the movies, or even cartoons. I like watching "The Simpsons" it's so funny, I would say my favourite character would be "Bart Simpson". We are kind of similar in a way that he is always rude to his parents and he sometimes gets left out in school, and the only way to get noticed is to crack a really funny joke. In a way he reminds me of myself and how I was in my infant years. The jokes he tells and plays on people are so classic, like the one where he phones up 'Moe's' pub and prank calls him saying 'Can I have 'A-man-da Hugg-in-kiss,' imprudently Moe would ask the customers and look stupid. ...read more.


Afterwards I would get this funny feeling inside of me, thinking only if I helped him. One day he walked passed me and my mates tripped him up and he dropped like a deer being shot at while running, for a second I thought to myself really hard about what would happen if I helped him and stood up for him? What would my mates say the next time I see them? Well if they were true mates they would listen and allow him and go pick on someone else, but what the heck I helped him said 'jus allow it, its gone too far now, and if you don't leave him ill sort you out myself,' I guess that approach never helped me becoming popular but at least it gave me confidence. My ex friends ditched me the next day and gave me the silent treatment, but now I was stuck hanging round with Aminur for the rest of my high school years. After a few months I came to find out that my 'new' friend was no different than my old ones, he picked on everyone and was rude to teachers. ...read more.


For the first time she sat beside me, I wanted to think that she sat next to me of her free will, but it was just that all the seats were taken. Her ponytail hanged down and swished across my books. I had this feeling in my stomach when I looked at her. The twinkle in her eyes made me weak and I hesitated to ask her on 'how she was doing?' luck struck when her elbow hit my arm and she said her first word to me and it happened to be 'sorry' from then on I started asking her questions about why she never talked to me, and she said 'because the guys make the first moves,' I came to a point where I told her I liked her, I don't know how that came about, don't ask! But she had a guy that she liked and was special to her, I didn't want to say much because I already had made a fool of myself of saying I liked her when she never liked me. After that day she kept saying 'Hi' to me, it kind of became a daily routine. I learned that without asking you don't get. And you should always get to no the person before you go serious, otherwise you'll have problems all round. ...read more.

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