Creative Writing - 'Looking Back' - I felt miserable, mournful and melancholy when I was told that it was a boarding school.

door in the middle of the building which looked like it had been locked for centuries. My curiosity was quite overpowering. I wanted to know the deepest secrets of this mysterious mansion. My taxi driver shouted 'We're here!' I stepped out of the car as slowly as I could and I could feel the wind howling its mighty objection. As the winter fell, I noticed the trees, as tall as a giraffe, found themselves wearing a white snow coat. I saw the birds flying; they were probably tweeting loudly in early bright morning sun. I then picked up my suitcase, struggling, as if it weighed a ton. I rang the bell. 'Ding' No answer 'Ding'. The door protested as I opened slowly and the creaking noise tried to whisper to me but I didn't reply. Inside the reception room, the silence crept into the hall and it smelt stale. My eyes were widely opened and were looking around inside the building that looked scary, spooky and strange. The carpet was dark red and the polished, peculiar wood panels covered the walls from floor to ceiling with the exception of large windows. I looked closely towards the clock tower that was ticking irregularly; it stared intensely at me in eagerness to find out who I was. After five days of staying at boarding school without seeing my family, I simply could not survive without them. Imagine that! What a relief, I was a weekly boarder.My relationship with my head teacher, Mrs. Smith started when I first came to Mill Hall. She explained where my classroom was and the daily routine. I remember when I arrived in the classroom; I sat and nodded shyly in my lessons. I couldn't speak properly and I felt alone and afraid. A few weeks later, I was more settled. I had developed good relationships with my new friends and teachers, and they were kind and generous. When I went home on Friday I could hear Mill Hall calling out to me, because I started to develop a relationship with Mill Hall. My relationship with my cute, charming cat Cedric is special and I feel guilty for being absent from home every week. I miss him. When I arrive home every Friday he is waiting for me. Cedric often meows and purrs at me as if he has been saving the good bits of the week for me.Skipping forwards a few years, I had to face the entrance examination to see whether I was clever enough to stay on for Mary Hare secondary school. I had done the test yet I was still worried about my results. I was asked to go and see Mrs. Smith a few days later. I entered Mrs. Smith's office, she was expecting me. She beckoned me to a chair and she came towards me with a broad smile. She said, 'You have passed!' I felt exultant, ecstatic and excited about staying at Mary Hare School. I hoped I would develop new friendships with my fellow pupils, teachers, care staff and nurses. It is important to be part of the school community especially as I am away from home. On the last day, Mrs. Smith told me that she was proud of me and delighted that I had managed to pass the test for secondary school. That was the end of my primary school days. During the summer of 2008, my Cochlear implant operation took place at St. George's Hospital in South London, the city that never sleeps, when I was 11 years old. I woke up with agony. I yelled, I screamed and I cried. Although, I stayed at hospital for one night, I was so hungry I could have eaten a horse!I am totally dependent on my cochlear implant and my hearing aid. I wear them all the time even during the night. I want to know what it feels like as a hearing person. After my operation my life changed into extraordinary experiences for me, I learnt to listen to new sounds that I have never heard before. I am profoundly deaf and I am determined to fight for a great life. I have a million things to do ahead of me and no matter how hard it is; I can still achieve good qualifications to get a great job in the future. How would you feel if you were me?